“Hi.” He was tall, sophisticated, and gorgeous and he knew it so when he leaned over your lunch table thinking he could have you, there was no reaction other than a raised brow.
Pasha, every woman dreams in a twelfth graders body, he even made the teachers blush.
You could feel all the attention at the table switch to you and him, the evil eyes of Mega zeroing in on you from afar. Faith is making a face aggravated at having the sexiest person in our school interrupt her conversation about shifter rights. Low key so was I, I mean who does he think he is? The king to my Queen?As if
my designers would blow his out of the water.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” Pasha takes a seat next to me, forcefully pushing Willow over, the witch send him a look, Faith’s eyes narrow.
I smiled charmingly, “I sat next to you in English last year. You copied off me during a test, and got us both an F.” My tone is deadly sweet; English had been the only AP class I had last year a class I shared with my sisters. Pasha looked confused for a moment, his clear green eyes rolling as he though, and curly raven hair shinning under the florescent lighting.
“Ninth graders aren’t your cup of tea as I recall you stating. I guess I didn’t hit your radar.”
He smiles, “Well you’re hitting it now.”
Someone snorted behind him, a trickle of laughter following, he took my hand and I let him, “Let me make it up to you, there’s a party tonight you can come with me.”
“Yea?” there was just a hint of hopefulness that he fell for; a light was shinning in his gaze, body humming with opportunity.
” There was just a hint of desire in my voice, I felt his pulse quicken, his elbow hit the table as he leaned forward, “Maybe we can dance
…” I made small circles on his palms, shivers dancing up his spine.
“Yes, “he licked his lips, “Whatever you want princess.”
“Whatever I want
He was leaning closer, unintentionally drawn to me…leaned so far in fact he put to much pressure on the tray his elbow was leaning on and the whole thing toppled into his lap, my cup of cola splashing onto his designer pants, the creamed corn splattering onto his white crisp shirt.
“Oohh, too bad,” I grinned up at him, his eyes wide with embarrassment, standing I flicked a napkin at him as I turned on my heel calling over my shoulder, “I already have a date.”
Faith sniggered stealing the orange that was still on his lap as she walked passed, Willow gave him a couple more napkins, “Try club soda.”
He may be gorgeous and he may be smart, but I knew that he did very bad things to children of vampires or anything having to do with supernatural. If I had accepted the invitation to the party, bad things would have happened and I am no ones fool. I glanced back over my shoulder to see him still staring at me, absently rubbing at the wetness on his clothes.
Very bad things would have happened indeed…
A/N:It's been a long time i have a chapter planned for eleven but i had to get to ten first so i tried my best i'm not happy with it but it was left with some possabilities that i will use in eleven so...YAY! Hope you still read