by E. C. Land
“See broody,” giggling she opens up her notebook and begins to listen to Miss Lawrence’s lesson of the day. I’m sure I should be doing the same but it’s whatever. It’s not like when it comes down to the test, I won’t pass it. I’m just smart like that I guess you can say.
Soon as class is over, I close my notebook and stand, ready to get to the next class.
“So, Mr. Broody, can you show me to my next class?” Whipping my head around to Jamie as she asks her question.
Tanner and Hunter burst into a fit of laughter at her calling me Mr. Broody. Fuck I’m not gonna live that down.
Glaring at her I take in just how small she is compared to me. At sixteen I’m not some lanky teen and this beautiful girl standing in front of me is the size of a pixie. At her smile I sigh.
Finally, I ask “What class do you have?”
“Umm I’m not sure,” she says, pulling out a piece of paper from her notebook. “Here this is my schedule.”
Taking the paper she’s holding out, my fingers graze hers and holy shit it felt like an electric shock running through me.
Who the hell is this little pixie?
Glancing down at the paper I see that her and I have all the same classes. Well fuck. Guess we better get going.
“Come on Pixie, seems we have the same classes,” I grumble.
“Oh, that’s so cool maybe I can sit by you in all of them. Wouldn’t that be great?” Rolling my eyes at her I don’t respond. I have a feeling this little pixie of a girl will become my undoing. The one who will see through the exterior and bring me harmony.
