Glancing over to her usual seat she could see it was indeed taken. Taken by a new, unfamiliar face. A very attractive, male new face. Oh the hardships of life, Shyla thought merrily as she walked over to the desk. She plopped her bag onto the floor and gracefully sat in the chair. Digging in her bag she pulled out her notebook, falling out papers and all, and a pen and carefully put them on her new desk. Casually she picked up the pen and began twirling it between her fingers. 'Accidentally' she let it slip from between her thumb and forefinger. It landed between her and 'Mr. Lake'. She stared straight ahead until out of the corner of her eye she saw him bend down for the pen.
Boys, Shyla thought. Are sooo predictable. I love it! With a smile tugging at her mouth she also bent down to retrieve the fallen writing utensil. As always her hand bumped into his and they both grabbed the pen. Now here was the part where he would yank his hand back, slightly embarrassed. Or if he was really daring, give her some lame ass pick up line. But it never happened.
Instead he pulled her hand (and the pen) towards him and inspected her palms. He quietly remarked, "You know, you can tell a lot about a person by their hands." He ran his finger along the lines and creases in her palm. "For example, this means you'll live long." He ran his index finger slowly across her palm. "And this one shows you're smart but a risk taker." He paused looking her in the eyes for the first time. He closed her hand but still held onto it. "But nowhere here does it say that you're an amazing gem. Nowhere does it say you're a mutant." The last part he whispered into her ear.
"Mr. Lake!" Ms Matthews' sharp voice cut into their shall we say moment. "You may be new but I highly doubt you need to be reminded that there is no talking during a lesson. Is there anything you want to share with the class Ronald?" Her tone suggested that there had better not be.
"It's Ronnie actually." The miscreant youth stated.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Ronnie, not Ronald if you please ma'am." Oh he's good.
"Well then Ronnie, may I continue with my lesson?"
"By all means. Please do." Snickers chorused around the classroom. Boy where have you been all my life? All thoughts of the sexy Gambit were apparently out the window. But who's to say that wasn't part of young Ronnie's plan? (A/N what a lame line. LoL)
For the rest of the lesson Shyla tried to concentrate on her work, she really did. But all she got was that cute little Ronnie popping up in front of her eyes. Can you really blame her? Adorable guy sitting right beside you and you have to worry about physics?
Conceding defeat she abandoned her work and flipped to a blank page in her notebook. She ripped out the sheet and scrawled:
Meet me after class out in the hall.
- Shy
Discreetly she tossed the crumpled up paper onto his lap.
"Miss Daniels." Shyla's head jerked up. Crap.
"Yes?" She tried the innocent voice.
"Try not to sleep in my class if you please." Shyla nodded. Relief flooded her head. Mrs. Matthews wasn't really fond of note passing. In fact she gave Shyla a weeks detention because of it once.
After a moment of glaring at her, surprisingly, favourite student the teacher went back to marking the dismal papers in front of her. Shyla's was the one at hand and she sighed. If only she came on time half the time she could be doing amazingly. Such is a teacher's life.
Dropping her gaze from her teacher Shyla chanced a glance at Ronnie. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him smiling. With one gracing her own face she finally turned her attention back to her work.
That was a short chapter but as I'm not getting reviews I'm gonna be childish. Well there's that and I'm leaving for camping in 20 minutes. YAY! So if anybody is reading this. Thank you! Anyhoo, I'll post later. And please, please review!
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