Making His Blood Boil

The girl raised her head from the table, adjusting her hair and pushing it behind her left hair, then she said. “Huh, excuse me?” and just like that, he froze. 

Behind him, Liam whispered. “Fuck, who is that?” he asked.

Whispering back, he said. “I have no idea, but fuck she’s beautiful.” He said them very low, under his breath so Liam was the only one that heard him. He was still looking at the girl he had never seen before. Must be the new girl. She was so fucking beautiful and the first things he noticed about her were her pink shiny lips and intense green eyes. They were the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life. She had a perfectly straight nose and her teeth were white and straight as well. 

He could see that she was confused as she looked at him so he cleared his throat and said. “Get up from my seat, you’re in it.” He said, cutting out the bitch. She was new, so she couldn’t have known that it belonged to him. She started up at him for a while and then with an exasperated sigh, she started to stand up but the teacher stopped her. 

“Zach, be a gentleman and sit behind her. She’s new and needs all the friendliness she can get.” He said. 

What the fuck? Rolling his eyes, he walked to the seat behind her and sat there. He watched the girl sit right back and then when Mr. Henry turned his back at them and faced the board, he leaned forward to talk into the girl's ear. He caught the whiff of her scent and he felt his pant became tight in a bad way. What the fuck? He thought again. 

Quickly, he cleared his throat silently, but it got her attention but before she could turn to him, he grabbed her shoulders and said. “Don’t sit there next time, you hear me.” He inhaled her scent again and then he pulled back and rested his back against the chair properly. 

The girl looked back at him with eyes that begged to be lost in and she nodded. He could see that she was a shy girl, but he was also getting a vibe that say “I don’t care what you think or who you are, I just don’t want drama” and he decided that he was going to give her exactly that. He could tell by her yellow camisole tucking out of the hoodie she was wearing that she was trying to not get too much attention but also want to look good. He smiled. 

“Oh, don’t worry baby, I see you. You’re going to be mine.” He thought, even if it took bullying her to get her out of her shell. He hated that she had confined herself in a shell so he would do his best to get her out. 

He watched as she used her fingers to push back her hair behind her ear and then she grabbed her bag pack and brought out her book. He sighed and did the same, then he looked around his bag for a pen but it was nowhere to be found. Looking to Liam who was sitting beside the girl whose name he still doesn’t know because Mr. Henry refuse to tell her to introduce herself, he asked him if he had a spare pen and he shook his head. 

The girl looked in her bag again for a couple of seconds and then she brought out a pen. Turning, she held it forward and said. “Here, you can borrow mine.” She had a small smile on her face, so she looked even more beautiful than she was. 

“I don’t want anything of yours,” he started, lying through his teeth because that wasn’t right. He sure wanted everything to do with her, and he wanted her as well as everything she was willing to give. “But, since I have no alternative, I better just manage it.” He said. 

She licked her lips, perhaps because she was nervous, but his eyes went down to the action and he almost moaned. Biting hard on his tongue, he caught the sound before it came out. He took the pen from her, making sure to brush his fingers with her. He felt the electrical crackle that shut up his at from his finger and he almost retrieved his hand too fast. He looked at her face to study it, just to see if he felt that too, but he saw her face plain. 

Normally, he expected either of two reactions from her, and that was either frown at the intensity of the crackle he felt that she must have felt too, or she look up at him with the expression that says “What the fuck was that” but neither happened. She turned back to face front and he could have sworn that he felt his heart drop. It was as if she didn’t feel what he felt. Either that, or she was a damn good actress. 

How in the world can she be immune to his charm? He thought, the thoughts bothering the heck out of him. Instead, he thought it was better to just leave her alone but he needed to get her out of his system. If doing this the normal way wouldn’t work, as he had seen, then he better just hatch q plan that would help him get her attention. God, he was pathetic, he said to himself as he realized how much he wanted it. 

“New girl, you’re mine, either way.” He said. 

As Mr. Henry started to write the topic they were taking that morning, he kept on staring at her, hoping she would do something, anything that would show him that she was as affected by him as he was by her, but she just sat there. 

When Mr. Henry was done writing trigonometric on the board, he dropped the marker on the table and turned to them. “Before we start the lesson on this topic, I would like to let you all know, as you can obviously see that we have a new student in our midst.” He said, looking at the girl. He offered her a smile and said. “You should stand up and introduce yourself, I’m sure some of your classmates are curious to know.” He added. 

That was true, wasn’t it? He was not only curious to know but desperate as well. He wanted to know the name of the girl that he just met today and was starting to make him feel things he had never before felt in his life. He wanted to know who she was and where she came from. He wanted to know everything about her, including things she liked and disliked, things that made her tick, and things that unravel her. He would love to know everything about her. Basically, he wanted to be close to her. 

She stood up from her seat, very slowly, and with the shy attitude he had gathered she had. She walked to the front of the class, her hips swaying so naturally and her butt wriggling, without even trying to. He could tell because he had seen so many girls fake it to know when it was just happening normally without trying. She licked her lips, and Zach concluded it was a nervous habit. God, he was so jealous of her clothes right now. He didn’t know where the feelings were coming from, or what they meant but he was feeling them. 

“My name is Chloe Miller. I huh, I…” she smiled nervously. “I'm new.” She said, and everybody laughed. 

Bunch of assholes, he thought as he watched her come to her seat, well, his former seat. He really shouldn’t be jealous of a chair right now, but he was as she sat down. So that was her name. 

Whispering, he tasted her name against his mouth. “Chloe.” Smiling, he said to himself. “You’re mine, Chloe.” Claiming her for the third time that day.