Disclaimer: Not my stuff, dearies. If it was, I wouldn't be publishing it here. ;) Title inspired by Nelly's Furtado's Promiscuous Girl
Author's Note: Thanks for giving it a whirl. Promise the next chapters will be longer, just seemed like an appropriate place to stop.
Chapter 1: Promiscuous Boy
"The key to proofs in geometry is the identification of the given knowledge and then a subsequent comparison to the desired outcome. We begin …" Mr. Darten's voice faded out as I glanced to my left.
Oh, Jared.
He was slouched in his seat, one arm dropped by his side the other lazily twirling a pen carelessly. Deep brown eyes cast ahead and slightly to the left. If you glanced quickly, he seemed to be paying attention.
But I was an artist and as such I knew how to follow lines of sight almost perfectly, and when you spend as much time as I did contemplating Jared's, it was easy to align his vanishing point with Tracey Russet's left hand, which was ever so slowly lifting her egg-shell yellow tiered skirt. Her nails, a stark russet, were a brilliant juxtaposition.
He smirked, one eyebrow cocked, challenging her. She matched him with an easy grin, and exposed a flash of emerald lace. My eyes widened in surprise, and I turned but it appeared I was the only one privy to their exchange. My classmates were subdued in the Friday afternoon stupor that is Geometry.
I took a deep breath, shaking my hair forward, and resumed my observation. Jared's smirk was gone. Instead his mouth was slightly tense, irritated. Confused I shifted my gaze upwards and let out a quick breath.
He was staring directly at me.
It seemed I'd been caught. Feeling a horrific blush moving in, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It felt like a hoard of butterflies had taken over my stomach. I felt trapped in his gaze, but then he leaned forward, his elbow casually shoving his math textbook, which ground into my forearm. I jerked into action and immediately shifted my gaze forward.
My arm stung, the rough cardboard leaving a noticeable white trail in it's wake like a line of chalk on a blackboard, but I stayed stagnate. I couldn't risk drawing any further attention to myself.
The next five minutes and 16 seconds passed agonizingly and then a flurry of motion erupted as everyone rushed to the doorway at once, drawn out by the tantalizing sunshine that rarely ever graced the northwest.
I shook my head slightly, and hastily tucked my books into my bag before getting up, my hair forward in a last ditch attempt to avoid any and all further contact with Jared. I didn't think I could handle any more today.
I was almost to the door when Tracey careened past me, her mocha satchel missing my face by inches as she swung it over her shoulder. I leaned back just in time, and steadied myself on a desk.
At least this time, I didn't get caught.
Shrugging I walked out of the room, casting a wayward glance backwards, out of habit, to check my desk for anything I had left behind when I caught Jared staring at me for the second time in just under seven minutes. His eyes were narrowed, and he opened his mouth as if to say something but by the time the thought had been realized in his vocal chords I was out the door and on my way home.
I may have a soft spot for Jared, and his life, and his words and his decadent, milk-chocolate eyes…but there was no way I wanted to hear what he had to say to me.
'Cause really, if he was supposed to be dating Nina Russet and you just saw him eying her twin sister's goods, would you want to stick around for the aftermath?
I didn't think so.
Hi, my name is Kim. Welcome to my life.