A heated argument tore between last night's dinner meal and thi morning's 'scrumptuous' pancake from inside my stomach as it mourned loudly, both meals fighting for their place in there yet failing. I was certain that I'd be visiting the nurse's office today , maybe then I'd get a pass from attending Mr.Latowskie's biology lecture on Genetics.
"I'm very disappointed in you after receiving that phonecall from Amanda yesterday concerning your behavior , Young man," I had momentarily forgotten the supposed 'talk' I was having with my dad as he so generously drove me to school.I had heard that very same talk with him on countless issues he had with me because of our disagreeing opinions. We never saw eye to eye on anything .It was our dynamic. His thoughts differred from mine and that always seeemed to bring us in a disagreeable mood.
This morning, he lectured me on how I was to treat Amanda ,how I should behave around her, and all those words uttered by him were drowned out the wind that rushed in inside through the opened car window on his side. I wasn't going to stop teasing Amanda , I just couldn't see that happening and if she thought that by ratting me to my father would stop my incessant teases, she'd be wrong.
I nodded absentmindedly at the gibberish words my father said as he took a left turn towards the road leading to my school, biting on to a cuticle on my middle finger before chewing it off and spitting it out.
'Do you understand?" He turned to face me , confirning whether his words reached my braincells and I nodded, giving him effectively what he wants despite the fact bthat I wouldn't heed to his reprimanding words and empty threats.I was still going to give Amanda a hard time.She was too tantalizing to ignore.
"If she calls me again to complain about your lack of respect towards her,I will be forced to punish you myself,"He proceeded to the drop off zone in front of the school gates where a sea of students were busy engaging in conversations with their friends, some comparing timetables , others doing skateboard tricks and so on.
I spot my gang of delinquents seated by the entrance by the steps , talking boisterously amongst themselves and whatever words my father had spoken seemed to fizzle away into that part of my brain that swallows information without any intent of surfacing back up into my coscious. The same part that houses forgotten memories, like Math formulas and boring historical facts.This conversation would soon join them , never to be remembered again.
'I'll see you after school,"He informed as I unlocked the door , shrugged my backpack on before slamming the door after me.Excited chatter envoloped the morning atmosphere , as my feet shuffled towards my friend group.Emerald was the first to spot me , chewing a strawberry gum before blowing a bubble as it inflated in front of her lips before popping it.
"Since when does your dad drive you to school?" She asked in a skeptical tone.
"Since Zac's mother called him to complain about what happened in calculus class yesterday,"I smirked , sharing a bro shake with Tyson and then Nico.Zac was nowhere to be seen but Jackie had his backpack resting on her lap.
"Serves you right,"Emerald went, a satisfied smirk curled up on her lips before blowing yet another bubble , the pink gum inflating in front of her lips then pop!
"I couldn't care less,"I gave an indifferent shrug.My hands reaching inside Emerald's backpack where she stashed her gum collection before fishing out one strip.
"Couldn't you just ask me to offer you a gum in stead of violating my privacy?"She vented , her eyes storming with rage even though I knew she'd simmer down in a few minutes. Such a drama queen!
"Why should I not violate your privacy ?'I scoffed before my eyes spotted a pack of tampons inside her bag."Aww...is someone PMSing today?"
That invited the rest of the group to tease the already glaring Emerald as she zipped up her backpack ,furiously. Her feisty attitude this morinig brought me energy and the insatiable need of taunting her , maybe even disturb her just to see what happens."Let her be,Max,'Jackie sends me a sharp punch on my upper arm that prompts me to yelp in pain.
"Sorry then,"I craddled my assaulted arm, my face scrunched up in pain.
A scrawny blonde haired boy walks by before Tyson places his foot in front of the kid and as expected, trips over it , his books sprawling all over the ground accompanied by a strained squeal from him.Of course the crowd around begins to collapse with laughter except for a few concerned goody two shoes kids who bend down to help the embarrassed kid.My hawl eyes spot a pink notebook amidst the pile of books that had succumbed to the kid's unforseen catastrophe and immediately reach down to grab it before anyone could.
The word Diary written across the front page in glittery calligraphy, alongside butterfly stickers and unicorns.
"What do we have here.."
"Give that back,"The tiny voice from the timidly frightened blonde boy cracked as he requested for me to unhand the prissy looking book."Oh it talks," Tyson egged at him and I too was equally as surprised ,It talks, doesn't it?That's new.
"Or what?"I threatened , my grip around the pink notebook increasing as I watched the shirt kid attempt tp flip me off, his arms shaking beside his body.Those icy blue eyes of his seemed to darken with an emotion that resembled anger, was it angry at me?
"Are you gonna fight me if I don't give it back?"I took a daring a step towards the kid and he immediately shrunk like a salted slug but still maintained his stance.
"Why are you even carrying a pink notebook?"Nico snatched the book from my hands, begun to flip through, earning him a bewildered look from the kid."Is this a diary?"
"No ,"He strained to talk."Just give it back...I-I don't want any trouble , please."
The corners of my lips twisted into a sardonic smile at the hopeless plea from the kid but Nico refused to comply thumbing through the pages, an amused laugh resurrecting from his lungs as he skimmed through the texts written in each page."Dear diary,Brain Krinsky is seriously hot and I can't seem to take my eyes off him-"
"Give it back!"The kid screamed, his face red, even a beetroot would be envious , his nose flared in anger.That was enough to draw a crowd as the bystanders watched as the scene unfolded with curious eyes."I don't want any trouble.."
His voice was quiet, strained and shaky.
"You got a loud mouth for a kid your size," Tyson proceeded to playfully shove the kid's shoulder, watching as he staggered back depite the weak energy used, making wonder how he would hold up were he to be subjected to strong turbulent winds for two seconds.Kid's probably going to get tossed around like a leaf.
Emerald had long since evacuated the area, excluding herself from this, not that that suprised me , she could sometimes become a miss goody two shoes.Nico was busy reading through the book , engrossed by the frivolous information drafted inside and the kid's face grew redder with each page flipped.I stood on guard, in case he grew violent and decides to claw his way in order to retrieve the diary.
"Hey, everybody, listen to this,"Announced Nico , clearing his voice as he prepared to read out loud a piece of writing that seemingly caught his eye."Dear diary, today when I was showering , I noticed a few hair strands growing around my-"
"Stop please!" As expected , the skinny kid jumped on me in an attempt to grab his book from the boy behind me , his efforts proving futile seeing as I was twice his size.The crowd begun to swell around us, laughter rippling throughout the amused students as Nico read out loud the embarrassing secrets in that particular page whilst I held the kid back, his tiny weak hands slamming against my chest in what could best be described as kid punches. Tyson lends a hand as we both held the volatile kid from ruining this morning's announcement from this kid's diary. Still doubling back in laughter ,a loud shout tore amidst the curious bystanders.
"Give him his book back!" Heads turned to face at the source of the commanding tone.I knew that voice.
It was Charli Dawson.Another highschool freak.
Dressed in all black , her make up greatly amplified today, with the extra dark lip stick and mascara, the girl reprimanded , her eyes a pale imitation of her mother's.I never used to see any resemblance between Amanda and her daughter , but today,I saw some fraction of it.
"Oo..the Angel Of Death has spoken,"Some kid in the crowd teased , causing another rippling laughter to flow in the crowd.But that didn't faze the goth girl as she stomped to wherever we stood and immediate;ly stood in front of me , a storm of anger within.
" Give him his book back,"A cold growl and I rolled my eyes at her command.Nonetheless, I did let go off the kid and almost immediately ,Nico gave up the book to the kid and we watched as he hastily grabbedit, shoving it inside his tattered backpack before scampering away like a little girl.
"The book has been returned to its righful owner,"I informed her with a scornful gaze.
" I wish you'd never been born,"Spat Charli, eyeing me contemptuously ."Why were you even bothering that kid in the first place?"
"Because I can.Is there a rule that says I can't?"
"Yes!Bullying is not allowed , you dipshit!""I wasn't bullying the kid, I was just playing with him.I'm sur that's the most fun he's ever had his whole life,""You seem to be allergic to the idea of respecting other people's privacy,"Charli scold me, her voice growing angry with each decibel."First it was my poetry journal-"
"No offense but your poems are trash,"I cut in, a mocking smirk dancing on my lips.
"And now you're reading that Kid's diary to the whole school!"
"That was Nico, not me,"I shrugged indifferently."You didn't stop him, you were encouraging him!" Retorted Charli and the crowd seemed to be enjoying the argument between the two of us.This morning was off to an interesting start.Probably give the students something to talk about and discuss during the day, Max and Charli arguing in the school's front doors and attracting a scene.Zac isn't going to like this but his little sister was acting like a bitchy brat by yelling at me in front of everyone for something Nico did.I wasn't going to let that slide off.
"You should be ashamed of yourself,"She spat.
"Well, that's rich coming from a girl who undresses with her curtains fully opened," A chorus of shocked exclaims followed through after that audacious revelation."If you want the whole world to see you naked, why don't you just post your nudes on twitter or i*******m or something?" Another chorus of exclaims , the crowd getting more intrigued by our frivolous banter.
Charli's eyes were bulged open to near golf balls at the sudden revelation of what I had just said.The perturbed expression doesn't last long however as she replaces it with a devillish smirk an I knew she was going to counter back with something worse on my account.
"Well,Max," She boastfully spoke." Unlike you, I'm uncomfortable with the idea of putting my nakedness out there for the world to see it . But I totally understand why you'd be uncomfortable.Zac told me about your situation down there."
"What situation?"I gave a derisive laugh.
" That you're all foreskin, no dick,"That ushered in a thunderous laughter and cackle from almost everyone , even my friends were doubling back in laughter and I must say , I was impressed by that comeback.This five foot girl crossed her arms over her flat chest, satisfied by the preposterous statement she just accused me of and I had to throw in the towel.She'd got to me .She was good.
"I'm circumcised ,Charli, so I really don't know where you're getting the idea of me having a foreskin," I threw her a smik and spiced it up with a sly wink ."If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask."
"I'd rather eat dog shit than see youn naked, besides, what do you have to offer besides a two inch dick and saggy balls?" Another hooting ensued and I was beginning to enjoy this side of her .Even though my ego was slightly brusied from her piercing comments.I still housed a lot of senstive information concering her and I was willing to parade every one of them to the cruel, judging presence of the high school students.
'Insulting the size of my private parts when your breasts are the size of literal pebbles is criminally insane!" I informed."You keep forgetting that your bedroom is directly opposite mine."
'Oh so you're spying on me?"She exclaimed with amusement."Don't flatter yourself kid, there's nothing much going on under those clothes of yours, no breasts, no ass. nothing,"
"And yet here you are, admitting to spying on me."She smirked."If there's not much going on on my body , then why are you spying on it?"I didn't want to say that the reason I did that was because I was spying on her mom and not her but I held my tongue."I was hoping that someday I'd spot a few changes on your underdeveloped body but I guess that's all there is,"
That was when the bell broke into a shrill cry, announcing the start of school, the crwod groaning at the abrupt interruption of the scene we'd created between us.As students scurried to their classes, lockers noisily slamming and feet shuffling around, I couldn't help myself from looking over at Charli's locker where she stood by herself , gazing at the floor, married to her endless thoughts.That tough exterior that dhe'd boasted a while back while throwing those hurtful insults at me seemingly wearing off as her face morphed into a melancholic one.I mean, usually Charli never smiled abd seeing her in a melnacholic expression was nothing unusual but this time , it looked more real than a facade.
As if she could sense from across the busy hallways,Charli looked up and our stares held each other for a split second before she stuck her middle finger at me abd stormed off to her respectful classroom.
Fuck you, too, Charli!
My test was slapped on top of my desk, revealing an F etched at the upper right corner of the rectangular, blindinglly white paper ,encircled with a red pen and spiced up with a frowny face.My eyes dart upwards to meet with Amanda's scrupulous stare , a hint of disappointment dancing inside her electrifying midwinter eyes . But this wasn't unconvectional of me to fail her tests. In fact , I was certain that she almost always prophesized a below average grade when marking my test papers so much so that I'd become a chronic failure in her eyes. Still, she couldn't mask away the disappointment whilst handing me my paper. "I see you have a very unbreakable bond with 'F' in this class,"She spoke sarcastically with a hint of discontentment."Actually I graduated from an E to an F ," I informed, a smirked stretched across my face. "Right,"Scoffed Amanda , registering an air of indifference around me."So you broke up with 'E' and moved on to 'F'. That seems like a healthy relationship, doe
"I'm sorry , Amanda, but I never pay attention to anything you teach in this class,"I crassly put in watching as the rest of the class jeer bemusedly at my audacity." My apologies for being too blunt in my confession.""Well, Maxwell-""It's Max , Your Highness. Not Maxwell," I cut in , letting her mouth hang mid sentence.That brought a devious smirk on her plump lips ,eyebrows twitching in amusement. "No, I prefer Maxwell. Besides, that is your name , isn't it?"This was her vengeance towards me for calling her by her first name.Given the history of my disdain to the utterance of my full first name , I opted the shortened version of it. Max as opposed to Maxwell. Everyone who's ever rubbed shoulders with me or elbows or whatever knows how much I fumed at the mere mention of my full name. She was one of the few individuals who was informed on my strong dislike on the mention of my full name yet here she was violating that boundary. The callously crooked smirk that had been dancing
Whoever placed a dead bird inside my locker was declaring war with the wrong person. The lifeless carcass plopping down next to my feet as soon as I yanked the metal door open brought a terrified from Emerald who by then was standing next to me the whole time. A raven ,its jet black feathers shining like a wet obsidian rock , a putrid smell stabbing my sinuses in an unwelcomed assault . The stench of death.A yellow note had been tied on its dry scaly feet.Cautiouly bending down, I plucked the note from its lifeless leg, supressing a gag as I brought the note to my eyes , meeting with the world's most ugliest handwriting decorated on it. Enjoy the present :PIt read and my lips creased in a smirk. I knew the owner of that atrocious handwriting anywhere. So she's still mad at me, isn't she? Although, I hate to admit , her handwriting wasn't all that bad and it pains me to admit that. Zac shows up to my locker just in time to see me and Emerald staring at the morbid creature ,its to
"Are you sure you want to shove a dead rat inside Charli's locker? I mean, you know how extreme she can get, what if she decides to shove a live snake in your backpack? "In a panicked expression, voice laced with jittery concern , Nico kept asking , a cute Stuart little like mouse cradled inside his cupped hands ,tiny squeaks escaping its tiny mouse mouth. The once flooded hallways had been emptied, an eerie atmosphere settling around us as our footsteps bounced against the metal rowed walls in a frightful echo. Missing seventh period to execute my petty and juvenile revenge on that goth freak seemed far more reasonable and significant than squeezing my butt on a wooden chair, listening to Ms.Beedy explaining William Snorespear's boring sonnets. Something about the seventeen hundreds' literature just doesn't seat right with me. Saying Doth instead of do and mine eyes instead of my eyes just seemed ridiculous to me. Like why try to act like you're better than us? Just 'cause I opt
"Can we help you?" I turned on my fake polite and innocent smile, hands clasped ahead of me whereas Nico fought the urge to pee his pants in fear as he trembled like a chameleon on a frail twig."Shouldn't you two be in class?" She asked, voice heavy with authority."Should we?I can't remember. I have a lousy short term memory,"I replied, still maintaining the innocent facade. Amanda didn't appreciate that.Peering behind the victimizzed locker of my unfortunate revenge prank , Amanda shifted death glares between Nico and I. "What were you doing in that locker?It's not even yours ,isn't it?""Oh, you mean this locker?" I faced the obvious locker and back to her. "Just cleaning it out a bit,as a token of our appreciation to the owner of the locker.""Isn't that Charlotte's locker?"She asked, eyebrow raised."You must be really smart. You probably graduated from Harvard ,yes?"My face lit up in an impressed smirk even though I knew that she was sorta familiar with her own daughter's lock
You know how everyone, regardless of how ugly they are physically or personality wise, has that one person that is obsessed with them? That one individual that would walk on hot coal just to make you happy? That one individual that constantly slips love notes inside your locker when you're not looking because they think it's hella romantic despite the cringeness of it all?Ladies and gentlemen, meet Leslie Jenkins, my not so secret admirer. I hate a lot of things in my life but nothing comes close to my hatred towards Leslie Jenkins. She's a close call between paper cuts and elevator music . I can tolerate alot of pet peeves shoved my way but I won't hesitate to draw the line when it comes to that girl. Maybe she the reason why I stopped liking the idea of dating someone of my age group. Can you blame me though? The girl dips pieces of freid chicken inside her Coca cola drink and slurps it up! I mean, who does that?If I ever had to choose between Leslie Jenkins and Charlotte Dawson
I was looking forward to seeing Amanda this evening for my daily detention, or as I like to call it, our date. As students scurried towards the front doors in lightning speed, you'd think they were being chased by some armed murderer, I prepared myself for our date- I mean, detention. I'm not exaggerating when I say I sprayed on a new coat of body spray for this ocassion , even took my time to glance at a mirror to assess my appearance , maybe appreciate my handsomeness. God , I was such a good looking guy! How would I know this? Well, I'm a level one narcissist so having an inflated ego is one of my chronic illnesses. That and being a self-entitled ass hole. Just as expected , the beautiful Amanda had braced the seat behind her desk, stacks of books piled in front of her dwarfed by them, as she industriously dragged her red pen over the pages ,seemingly marking them. My presence remained unacknowledged as she buried her nose in the endless piles of books . I stood, rooted to the sp
There was a storm outisde. It was raining cats and dogs , with the occasional clapping of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. This sorta weather is tailor made for snuggling inside a warm comforter ,drinking hot cocoa while binge watching American Horror Story .But instead I'm stuck in school , typing ferrociously at Amanda's laptop , my fingers begging for a break , afraid they'll fall off my knuckles . I'm finishing the nineth slide and that would have been an awesome achievement but I'm not even halfway through the notes on the given notepad. In fact, I haven't even made a dent but my need to impress Amanda was stronger than Thor's hammer as I wiped the sweat that glittered on my upper brow and got down to business. It's quiet. Really quiet, except for the steady sound of my breathing the ticking of the second hand on the clock and the ocassional flipping of a page as she marked books.Looking over the laptop , I notice she's almost done with marking, just a few more books
The taste of her skin against my tongue was like ambrosia. The subtle taste of her apple shampoo gel and her sweat mingling against my taste buds causing me to salivate in a metaphorical sense as I held her tighter. Those forbidden kisses had slowly graduated into me dragging my sleek tongue across her neck skin, tasting her like ice cream on a sunny summer day. She reciprocated with a quiet, suppressed moan, melting under my embrace as my arms trembled with excitement and fear. Excitement, because I was kissing the love of my life. Fear, because I dreading the conversation that would happen once I pulled away from this. My breath fanning her skin before slowly shifting my mouth over to her ear, taking her lobe into my mouth, gently biting on to it. Amanda drew in a sharp breath, fighting the pleasure that was evidently riding inside her blood in ruthless waves. "Max....." She'd been calling my name, almost begging me to unhand her despite the fact that she liked what I was doing
This was rare. She was rare. Trapping her between my body and her desk didn't seem like a good idea... until it was. It wasn't my plan to trap her like this but it did seem to keep the tension thick and heavy, watching us share the limited air between our bodies, breathing in the sensuous aroma of her perfume, her aphrodisiac scent that made my head spin. "If you think caging me in like this is going to make me break any rules for you , Maxwell, then you're sadly mistaken," Her voice was soothingly calm and tranquil, her eyes slightly lingering on my lips before shifting those mid wintered sky blue eyes to behold my chocolate brown ones, not breaking eye contact despite the awkwardness of this situation. " I could bribe you instead," I teased with a low husky voice, leaning in to her personal space even more, resting both my hands on either side of her body, enough to really cage her in. To trap her against my body, an inappropriate move considering our glaring age difference,
Roxie's passing glances directed towards me during breakfast held some noticable suspicion with a slight dash of skepticism, following last night's late night conversation. I tried to avoid her burning looks, tried to shrug off her pestering presence as I politely ate my breakfast but still, I could feel her eyes burning holes in the side of my head. " I know you're lying to me," She informed, once breakfast was done and we were both clearing our dirty plates into the sink as mom tidied up the room. " I have no idea what you're talking about," I gave a nonchalant shrug, making my way back upstairs while the ever annoying Roxie trudged right after me. " So you expect me to believe that you've got the hots for mom's seamstress? She's not even your type," Roxie argued back, her footsteps sounding extra close to mine before grabbing my shoulder to swing me around causing me to face her. Looking down at her tiny frame, her height barely reaching mine as I towered over her like a
" Can I ask you something? And please, I want you to take me seriously because what I'm about to ask you is a deeply serious and detrimental question," Normally my conversations with Roxie never started this way . In fact, our conversations were laced with idiocy and typical sibling banter with the frequent use of heavy sarcasm thrown in here and there. But today, I decided to throw all that away as I sought for comfort and wisdom in her room. The look she awarded me the moment I asked her that question was the perfect tell tale sign that she wasn't expecting me to seek her for any sort of advice. Serious or not. " Are you...feeling alright?' Were the first words she managed to stutter once the shock had dissipated from her body. " Come on, Roxie, this is serious," I wasn't in the mood for her bantering, slomping down on her unmade bed . " Can't we have this conversation tomorrow morning? I mean, it's...." She reached over her night stand to grab her alarm clock as she read
" I expect you not to stare into my bedroom window this evening, or ...you know, ever ," Slowly lifting her eyes to feed me her gaze, Amanda said , her fingers suspended atop her keyboard , briefly abandoning her typing task just so that she can address me about what had happened this morning. I arched an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the last of my textbooks before shoving them all into my backpack. The day was finally over and I just wanted to head home and sleep before dinner. Everything that had happened between us this morning was temporarily forgotten , at least I thought but her parading the subject once again was making it kinda hard not to forget.The memory, still fresh , almost as though it had just happened two seconds ago , danced inside my head , shifting from seeing her exposed cleavage to the slight flashing of her pussy. A cold , electrifying shiver shot down my spine as I tried not to undress her with my eyes. " But I like the view," I joked and she rolled her eyes
" Wow! You truly have no friends, do you?" I lightly joked once I reached the tiny shade where Charli was seating under, writing on her journal , a tiny tupperware container filled with apple wedges, neatly cut and arranged inside. That must've been what she settled on for lunch, as opposed to making an appearance in the cafeteria for some real food. But I had a feeling she purposefully avoided the cafeteria in the event she runs into one of her bullies. Better to stay safe than sorry. " If you came here to ruin my peace and tranquility I suggest you crawl back into the hole you came out of and leave me the fuck alone," She gave a curt response, glaring daggers into my head , clearly unamused by my presence."Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" I reprimanded in a fake stern voice. " You're not my boyfriend," She said in a quiet yet cold voice, flipping a page on her poetry journal. " But you did kiss me, remember?" I taunted her with that piece of information , knowing tha
She had refused to tell me about the robe, still unable to accept the possibility of me dating her daughter, calling it bluff before dismissing me to dispurse to the cafeteria for a break, openly craving some chocolate milk that I had been waiting for since the beginning of class. I knew she would be having a very deep and personal conversation with her daughter about our supposed dating life, maybe advise her against going after guys like me since she'd already informed me, indirectly, that she didn't see the value in me as a person. But what's funny is that she willingly lets me hang out with her son , so why is it such a big deal for me to hang out with her daughter? Is this one of those things called 'Double standards'? Or maybe she was okay with me corrupting her son rather than her daughter. Maybe she could handle having a delinquent son than a delinquent daughter. Maybe then she'd ship her son over to her ex husband and let him deal with it rather than bearing the cross of ha
I knew she'd ruin me for other girls . It was quite evident the moment I tried to date other girls but all felt too immature for me. I mean, I too can be much of a petulant infantile boy if I wanted to but something about my best friend's mother made me want to become a better man? Was this normal? And it's not just because I saw her in that robe. It's always been like that. Knowing I'd never fall any other women because she was still in my lufe but we're not together. She's divorced and I'm still in high school. The glaring age gap between our relationship , if it ever blossoms, would most definitely raise concerns . And I'd risk her getting labelled as a pedophile. I can't ruin her like that. Amanda had prescribed me with some assignments for the night, claiming she wanted to keep me busy to prevent any idleness on my part. Maybe she was scared that I'd be lurking at my bedroom windown hoping to see her in that robe again, or in something much more indecent than it. So the soluti
" I didn't see anything, I swear," Those were the words that sprung out of my vocal cords and into my mouth the moment my feet stepped inside the class . She was seating behind her desk as usual, her gaze pierced outside the window completely consumed by her thoughts before turning to face me, having interrupted her reverie. Her coat had been draped over the backrest of her seat , leaving her in just that nice professional pencil dress of hers, short sleeved so her bare arms were naked to my probing gaze. She immediately straightened her seating posture ,a hint of caution to her aura and for a moment , she looked ...scared to see me. Eyed me with suspicion , her bespectacled eyes sweeping through my tall frame before finally settling to stare at my face where our stares met. That toughened , Icy exterior of hers, seemed to melt slightly , her cheeks blossoming with a notable shade of scarlet, flushed with embarassment from this morning's predicament. But that look didn't last long