Playing With Fire
Maybe I smiled. I don't know. I had only flipped through the second page of my assigned homework book before she sat beside me.
I was shocked… utterly SHOCKED when she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. Then she began all this babbling about nonsense. I don't know. I lost her after, 'hey, cutie!' then so on and so forth.
It was kind of a mushy moment, something I don't really advertise exactly, but her long and slim fingers entwined with mine in such a great way.
A long strand of her orangey red hair had fallen out from behind her ear. I just wished I could reach over and push it back, but just as holding her hand… I was pushing my luck.
Fine.
Maybe she was the first girl to actually hold my hand. Maybe I enjoyed those 20 seconds.
I could just feel the smile on my face. But I do know that the corner of my lip twitched when Will and Gwen passed by.
Façade. Pay dirt.
Light fire emitted inside me and I felt it surge through me. I barely had time to control myself before my slight jealous side burst my left hand into a 2.3 second moment of flame.
She yelped in small pain and surprise as she quickly retreated her hand in reflex, staring at me. I wonder how I look in her eyes. Does she saw what everyone else does? A punked out, long haired, cold-hearted jerk? Or does she actually see through me? Most likely the first column.
I already had my excuse planned out.
"THAT'S," I stated as I grabbed for my backpack, and snapped the book closed, "For calling me cutie."
I walked away, leaving her in small fury. I smiled.
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Jake: Yet another one shot. I need to get a hang of these before I get started into stories. Read and review, it makes me feel special.