"And she thinks she's sooooo funny," Lizzy told me. "Like seriously, get a life."
We sat in my psych class, once more, although it was about five minutes before the bell rang.
"You really dislike the seating chart, don't you?" I said, smiling slightly.
"What heartless monster moved two sisters apart?" Lizzy said then, mumbling the words. "I hate this class."
"Ahem," someone said, making both of us gaze up to find Jase standing there. "My seat, please?" he said then.
Lizzy just crossed her arms. "How's your day going?"
"It's going swell," he said then, lashes lowering. "Now if you'll please move. My feet are tired."
She just sighed and stood, gently waving to me before going off to her own seat.
Jase sat right next to me, exhaling a sigh before he leaned back in his chair. "Good morning, Emma," he said, staring forward. "How are you today?"
I just stared down at the desk and pulled my psych paper out, setting it in front of me. "I amoverheating. I hate it when they turn on the heaters this high."
He spared me an amused glance, but the teacher came in.
"I hope you all did your assignments because they're due today," she said, stacking papers on her desk. "Now, if we'll get class started, that'd be nice. I'll collect them at the end. I better see no pencils moving or I'm going to throw a hissy fit."
I stared back down at my paper, staring at the words.
"You smell like candy," Jase stated then.
"It's called perfume," I stated then, tone flat. "I put it on for a reason. Because it smells good."
He gazed over at me. "Digging the skirt, by the way."
I also wore this for a reason. "You always are looking at my legs, aren't you? Nerve-wracking."
"You don't look nervous."
"Great," I said then, half-meaning it, "then that means I'm good at hiding it."
"Mmmm... no," he said then, smile widening a touch, "you are an open book. I can read you as clear as day. You're entirely vulnerable." He winked. "Totally my type."
Yeah, his type to kill.
"You're type is concerning," I responded. "What if a girl just acts vulnerable and then kills you after?"
"I'd let you kill me," he said then. "And only you."
I just sighed. "You are going to be targeted by a serial killer one day. And don't come crying to me."
"Because I'd be dead?" he finished, then chuckled. "Tell me, what do you hope will happen first, me dying of skin cancer? Or someone brutally killing me?"
"Why do I have to pick?" I said. "Why not both?"
He laughed softly despite the dark subject.
"If you were to kill me," he said then, "how would you do it?"
"Knives," I said then, glancing over. "You're very stabbable."
"That's not a word."
"Does it look like I care?"
"I think you should go out with me," he stated suddenly.
I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
"Well, I think you're insane."
"I am insane," he stated.
"I figured that out the moment you first spoke to me."
He laughed slightly before catching the back of my chair and dragging me closer.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
"You were too far away," he said then, smirking, "now I can admire your lips."
"Great," I stated aloud, "now I need to buy poisoned ChapStick, maybe that would kill you."
"Say kill again," he stated. "Your lips move smoothly when you say that. It's very alluring."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "You are insufferable."
"Try saying that without twiddling your thumbs, and I might believe you."
I thinned my lips and hid my hands in my lap.
He knew my tells, too? Great.
He dragged my chair even closer.
I shot him a look. "Do you mind?"
"I'm trying to scare you," he told me. "Is it working?"
I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I don't scare easily."
"I can see that."
Why was he trying to scare me, anyway?
"You play really odd games, Jase," I said then, sparing him a look. "Are you using this flirtation technique to scare me away from you? This is all one of those jock boy jokes, isn't it? Well, leave me out of it."
His lips remained curved.
"It won't work," I said then, staring back down at my paper. "I've dealt with much worse."
He blinked, the smile vanishing to a dark look. "Worse...?"
I gave him a bored look.
He just watched me.
I sighed then and stared back down at my paper, making sure there were twenty this time.
He then leaned forward and brushed his thumb along my cheek, making my eyes widen when I gazed down at him.
He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, gazing up at me. "You're wearing blush."
"So?" I countered.
"You'd look better with it off," he stated then, his smile now slight. "Now I can't see your real face."
Why did my heart warm at his words? And why was it racing at the same time?
I said, "That's a bummer for you, isn't it?"
"It truly is," he said then, gazing down at my lips, "I don't understand the purpose of... makeup. It just makes you look more abnormal. It's a fake beauty."
I just stared forward. "You think... I look better without it?"
"I think you'd look beautiful without it."
I, once again, remembered that he smelled like pine all the time which was the exact opposite of candy... and it was such a cool sent that it burned through my senses and chilled my blood.
And I kind of liked it.
"They should name a country after you," he told me, making me glance over at him. "Emma is such a pretty name. You'd be an idol."
"For your cult?" I joked flatly.
He just smiled.
I stared forward again.
I just continued watching the teacher as the spoke to the class, trying my absolute hardest to ignore his dangerous scent and body heat swarming around me like millions of butterflies.
"You should come by my work tonight," he said in a dangerous tone. "I can treat you to some free sandwiches. On me."
"Your flattery doesn't work on me. I think I'll pass."
"Oh, so you're going to eat Froot Loops again like last night?" he stated.
I paused, lips parting when I gazed over at him, something cold swarming inside me.
The darkness of his grin filled my blood with shadows and flooded it with malice and uneasiness.
"How did you know I ate Froot Loops last night?" I said then, brows drawing together. "You were working all night."
He just lowered his lashes. "Lucky guess."
There was no way he was telling the truth. There were millions of other guesses, no matter... other topics that he could've stated, but he chose that one?
I just watched him uneasily.
"What's wrong?" he said then, smirking. "You suddenly look nervous."
I scooted a little but away from him on my chair, setting my elbows on the table.
Nothing wrong with fire... as long as you don't get too close.
I had to keep repeating that.
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