Chapter Four
Jayson
The door opens and I look up to see a smoking hot girl coming my way. I immediately sit up straighter to catch a better look. All I can think is “Holy Shit!” She’s small, about 5’2”, but has curves that are made just for my hands. As she gets closer to me, I can see that her hair is dark brown and curly, one of the things I love on a girl.
She walks right up to me and says in a sassy tone, “Excuse me, you’re in my seat.”
I can’t help but smirk at her because I think there is someone else like me that is obsessing over a chair in a classroom. I tease her a bit, which pisses her off, but then decide I’ll change seats if she gives up her name. That gets a reaction right away and she reaches over and introduces herself.
Shaking her hand, I feel a shock, and I can’t help but stare at this beautiful girl. It startles me so I’m a little bit off my game. When we stand up to change seats, I see that she only comes up to my chest. It makes me feel very protective of her; I don’t know her at all, so why am I having these feelings? I also can’t help but notice in addition to her beautiful face, she has a body that would make a man sit up and beg for a chance.
After we change seats, I catch her staring at me and I can tell that I’m not the only one that’s affected, so I wink at her, which makes her blush. Man, I could get lost in those eyes. I don’t think I have ever seen violet eyes before. I make myself pay attention to the professor, but I’m very aware that Miss Chloe Schaeffer is sitting next to me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been affected by a girl to this degree, if ever. Granted, we have only spoken a few sentences to each other, but I find myself wanting to get to know her. And not just because she’s hot, I mean that helps, but I’m not a jerk who’s just about appearances. It was that shock I felt and the look in her eyes that has me wanting to know more.
Since it’s the first day of class, we finish up early. The professor only kept us long enough to hand out the syllabus and go over it. Right before we leave, he mentions that our final assignment is a presentation and that we need to choose a partner before the next class.
Without hesitating, I tap my new neighbor on the shoulder and ask, “Would you like to partner with me?”
I see a myriad of emotions come across her face including what looks like fear. But, just as quickly she says, “Yes that would be great. What’s your major and how would you like to approach the project?”
Seeing an opening to get to know her, I ask, “Why don’t we talk about it over lunch? Or do you have classes during lunch time?”
We quickly compare schedules and see that my class is over at 12:15 PM and she is done at 12:45. On our way to our next classes, I volunteer to meet her at her car and drive over to the restaurant, Chipotle, where we can make plans for our project. I’m surprised that she agrees to go without a fuss. I remember her glaring at me in class and I thought she might not like me asking her to lunch, but she seems to want to go. I’m not going to question it because I have a feeling that this girl would talk herself out of it if pressed too hard.
We part ways in the Commons area and I move on to my next class. While listening to the lecture in Biochemistry, I let my mind wander. I know this isn’t the best tactic, but I have a record button on my cell phone, which will give me the chance to listen to it later. My mind is full of Chloe and its freaking me out a little. I don’t even know her, but I have to admit she’s definitely under my skin. It’s not just the pretty package; there’s something in her eyes that keeps drawing me in. It feels strange being so twisted up about a girl, especially one that I’ve known less than a few hours.