I sat at our usual table during lunch just faintly listening to the conversation going on. I was distracted by him. My eyes kept glancing over towards his table a little too much for my liking. Why of all people did have to transfer to London Hills? He's the biggest jerk and player and not to mention that cocky attitude he has going on isn't nice either.
However, he's so incredibly hot. The way his muscles flex when he runs his hand through his perfect blond hair. The way his icy blue eyes lit up when he laughed. The way he smirked when he knew he was right. Damn, it's not fair to have a hot guy with an ugly personality.
I didn't even know I was staring until I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning to my right, Payton was grabbing her bag along with everyone else.
"I think someone's gotta little crush on Mr. Bad Boy." Payton teased.
I rolled my eyes grabbing my own bag and getting up.
"Please. I do not have a crush on that disgusting jerk. I'm with Evan and I'm not planning on leaving him." I stated, dumping the rest of my pasta in the trash.
"Whatever you say." Payton sing-songed leaving the café with Julian.
I sighed. Just then, I felt someone's hot, minty breath on the back of my neck.
"Don't think I didn't see you staring at me earlier, princess."
His low, husky voice was an absolute turn on. I won't deny that.
"Next time you should close your mouth or you'll catch flies."
And with that, he left. I stared at him walking out of the now empty café. He only turned his head around to face me with that satisfying smirk on his lips and winked.
Oh shit.