Meg and I walked out of class together.
“I saw that hottie today,” she said. “And, I saw him actually smile a little. Can you believe that? A person as grim as he is, smiling? And his smile looks damn sexy…”
“Yea… I can imagine…” I said, blushing somewhere deep inside.
“I can’t believe I saw him smile before you,” she squealed. “Just face it, Jen, he wants me… We were made for each other.”
I watched as Megan laughed, but she didn’t know how her words had stung me… I had feelings for this guy, and she was attracted to him. I felt a little shaken, but somewhere inside, I felt calm… confident. He belonged to me in more ways than one… And, she had no clue.
By sixth period, I was nervous… I hadn’t seen Jesse all day. I went into the class and sat, waiting quietly for class to begin and Jesse walked in just seconds before the bell rang. He eyed me for a brief second, and then walked down the aisle of desks behind me. I wish I could see him… Why does he sit so far back there anyhow?
After a moment of puzzling, I forced myself to pay attention to the teacher. I leaned forward in my desk and took notes. And soon, class was over.
I stood and took my binder into my arms and hugged it closely to my chest.
I whipped around expecting to see Jesse. But, it was Zack… Zachary Lane.
"Um, hey," I responded.
“I, um… You look nice today,” he said nervously. And walked off quickly before I could reply.
“Well… thanks,” I said muttered to myself.
Zachary always sat behind me, but he never said anything to me… I could sometimes feel his breath, blowing through my hair, which made me realize that he leaned forward whenever I leaned back in my chair. I knew that he liked to look at me or even to smell me… a few people did. But I never expected him to say anything. Maybe… maybe there was something noticeably different about me. --or, maybe Jesse had said something--
Jesse inched up behind me as I walked out of the door.
“Hey, did you see that?” I asked.
“Yea, weird… he never speaks to me…”
"What'd he say?” he asked, pulling me off to the side.
"All he said was that he thinks I look nice--”
“You sure he didn’t mean that about your panties?”
“I wanted to kill him, I swear,” Jesse said. “I glanced over and saw him playing in your hair…”
“I didn’t feel any of that…”
“And when you leaned forward, your shirt rose, and I could see the brim of your underwear. And, if I could see it from where I was sitting, I’m pretty sure he had a damn good view.”
“Oh, no…” I whined, covering my face with my binder. “That’s so embarrassing…”
“Don’t stress out about it. You’ll live, but he won’t if he ever pulls that shit again.”
Jesse put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me in front of himself. I tugged on the waist of my jeans and held my binder close as he walked me to 7th period.
All the while I was in class, I couldn’t focus… I couldn’t help but to think, I’m his… I’m Jesse’s… And no one could touch me but him… No one could hold me, squeeze me, kiss me but him…
At times, I found my legs trembling from the imagined feel of his hands tracing my inner thigh…
After class, walking out front had even felt dangerous… The skin of my thighs slightly touched every now and then, and the vibration of each step made my body weak.
“Oh! Meg!” I gasped. “You frightened me--”
“You need to get your head out of the clouds.”
“I know,” I said shamefully.
“Well, what’s got you so spaced out?”
“Don’t tell me it’s that dark-haired, mysterious fella’,” she said with a giggle.
“Well, maybe just a little…”
“I told you, it’s useless,” she twittered again. “Won’t be long before we‘re together.”
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