So glad that you guys liked my last chapter, Sorry I haven't been on lately, but my grades weren't the best if you know what I mean, lmao…SO my mom made me stop writing for a few, and get them up.

BUT… enough about me, anyways, Enjoy!

-Bookbearer

Jack's POV:

Okay, so I've seen some pretty fast people in my life. But this blonde-chick right here, she's just…wow.

As soon as Coaches voice gave the okay for us to start, she ran-wait, ran isn't a strong enough word-she bolted away from us all. Her long, gracious legs moved at such a pace, that even I was amazed. And her honey-blonde hair flew behind her in the wind, leaving an addictive strawberry-sent behind.

Frowning, I try to remember where I've seen this scene before. I just can't put my finger on it-

"Brewer!" Coach yells while she whirls her arms frantically around in the air, "Get your head out of the clouds! Run!"

I realized that I was the only one still at the starting line, probably looking like an idiot, staring into space.

Shaking my head, I start to sprint to catch up to the front. I pass a few girls that are trailing behind in the back, and then I pass a few more kids jogging.

Then I see Kim, still up in the front by herself-still at a fast pace- I realized that I needed to step up my game, and I started to run my hardest. Slowly, but surely, I knew I was gaining speed.

Soon enough, Kim and I were running at the same speed, coming around the corner of the long track. We still have one lap to go, and it looks like Kim won't be slowing down anytime soon.

She turns her head, grin plastered on her face, and says in between breaths, "So…Little-Jackie finally…figured out…who he was really…up against, huh?" She smiles, but continues to stay focused.

I give a half-hearted laugh, and raise my eyebrows, but still look forward. "Oh, I gave…you a head start…and I still caught…up to you! And I'm about…to beat…you now…anyways." Sending a victorious smile at her, I speed up; I finally start to gain the advantage on her.

"Not today, hair-spray!" She calls from behind me, and I hear the rhythmic beat of her feet start to speed up, and soon enough, she is starting to run next to me, quickly inching herself ahead of myself.

My eyes widen and I see her run even faster.

Damn! How is she doing this?

Looking ahead, I quickly realize that there are three hurtles awaiting each of the lanes for all the runners. "Listen up cupcakes!" Coaches voice shouts, "To finish the track, you have to jump over the hurtles, then sprint your fastest to the finish line! Good Luck!"

I look at Kim and frown for a quick second, because I knew she was new, because I haven't seen her around the school, so she probably hasn't done these types of things before, not most common new students do.

"Kim, try not…to hurt yourself jumping these…hurtles." I look at her with a hint of worry most likely showing on my face.

Yeah, I care! I'm not a heartless person, you know! Future kings have to be kind to all their subjects…and this girl isn't an exception!

She smiles and tilts her head, "Oh Jack…how nice…of you, but…I'll be…perfectly fine."

I raise an eyebrow, and then return the smile. I just love a challenge. "Well then, may…the best win."

She then-if possible-runs even faster and when she approaches the first hurdle, she literally jumps with the grace of a ballerina, her legs spreading into the straightest line.

I on the other hand, just do a regular jump…I know…not cool.

After a few breath-taking seconds, she lands, and continues to sprint to the next hurdle. I land a few more seconds after her, and run, trying to catch up. Again, she easily jumps over the hurdle.

But on the third one-oh man the third one.

On the third hurtle, she literally spins in the air, her right leg slices the air, and swings to the left. She perfectly conducts the flying-round house kick!

Even I couldn't do that, that perfectly…And I am a 3rd degree black belt!

When she reaches the peak of her spin, she sends a memorizing wink at me, and then lands on her feet lightly, and continues to run.

Alright, so I know any of you would be shocked, just as shocked as I am right now.

I run, and watch her slim figure run across the finish line. I can't help but stare at her…you know what. And I have to admit…I kinda am turned on. And don't act like you wouldn't be either! I know all you guys out there would be too!

It's just…there! Why do girls have to wear those tight works out pants anyways?! What do girls call them? Oh yeah, 'leggings'. She's wearing a short pair under her shorts and 'it' is perfectly shaped…and round…and not too big…god damn-

"Gah!" I let out a yelp, and accidently trip over the last hurtle. I land with a loud 'thump' on the ground, and I could hear the crowd or kids sitting around saying a collection of 'oohs…', 'sheesh!', and 'that had to hurt's'

Wiping the dust and dirt from the bottom of my pants, I grumble, "Stupid hormones…" I use my free hand to get up, and at least jog to the finish line.

Once I cross, I look around, seeing everyone chattering quickly within their own little groups. They're all probably talking about my screw up with those stupid hurdles.

Feeling a light tap on my shoulder, I spin around to see the blonde haired beauty that distracted me during my run. Her pink full lips where pulled back in a brilliant smile, and her white teeth where shining brightly. I could see amusement dancing around in her doe-brown eyes, and she then sticks her petite waist out, placing a hand on the right side.

"So," She lets out a huge breath, and raises her eyebrows. "What was that you were saying back there? You know," pretending to think, she sets a finger on her chin, and frowns.

"That you'll 'go easy' on me? And was there something about, 'jogging at my pace?', and 'you'll finish by winning?"

Her smile widens, and she tilts her head, some of her hair falls off her shoulder… her honey blond…silky hair…I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through it. Probably delightful, that's for sure. I wonder if I run my fingers through it, if she will reject-

"Hello? Earth to Jack! Is someone there?" Kim's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I blink rapidly.

"Huh?" I frown, and laugh nervously when I realize I had been staring at her while I was in la-la land.

She softly laughs and gives me a small nudge on the shoulder. "I was in the middle of bragging? And you were in the middle of saying that you were wrong, and I was right?"

I roll my eyes, but I laugh along with her, "Oh yeah." I let out a huge exasperated sigh, but smile. "So I kinda…underestimated you…this time! But, I have to hand it to you…you kicked my ass."

Her face turns a light shade of pink at my comment, and her lips shrink down to a small, precious smile. She then crosses her arms across her chest, and pushes a loose strain of her hair out of her face, and behind her ear.

"Well, I didn't really kick your ass…more like completely demolished it…" She smiles, and I let out a wholehearted chuckle. It's been awhile sense I actually relaxed and had a natural conversation with someone other than my best friends; Jerry, Milton, and Eddie. It's all been 'Kingdom' this, and 'the ball' that. Or 'Royal meeting' this, and 'find the right queen' that.

Sometimes, it all is really stressful, and it gets to me. I just wanna hang out like normal villagers for once…wait a minute!

A light bulb goes off in my head, and I come up with an idea. It could be a stupid idea, and this idea may burst into flames and crash…but it's worth a shot.

As I set my idea into motion, my smile flutters and I rub my neck nervously, "Uh, Kim? Do you wanna…I don't know…I mean, there's a food shop close to where I live…uh…it's called Falafel Phil's…I know the guy actually…his name actually is Phil..Heh…"

God, why am I so nervous?! I just decided that I wanted to hang out a while like a normal kid, and I guess this girl is my ticket to that dream of mine.

She is the one depending on the fact that she's not swooning, and giggling, and twirling her hair non-stop like the rest of them, so she has to be normal, right?

She raises an eyebrow and nods. "I'm familiar with the place…what about it?" I notice her smiling a teasing smile, and I know she knows that I'm struggling.

I take in a breath, and try to relax my racing nerves. "You know…maybe you wanna…stop by there…with me? And a couple of other guys too...but after school of course!"

I scan her face, in search for any signs of rejection, and I mentally scold myself. What am I thinking?! She probably thinks I'm a weirdo, and a creep! Why is this so difficult!?

She then turns her head for a moment, looking across the track at something, and then she turns back to me, smiling and with her arms crossed. "Are you paying?"

I just have to laugh at that, she's so straight forward…that's not usually what girls say when asked out. I mean, as a playdate…thing…not an actual date…yeah.

I run a hand through my hair and smile back at her, "Yes, I'll have you know that I AM a gentleman and I will be paying."

Her face brightens and she nods her head. Mentally, I let out a relived sigh, "Alrighty then, I'll meet you at Phil's on Friday. How's eight o'clock sound?"

Not answering my question yet, she turns back around to look at the track once again. I peek over her shoulder and try to see what she's looking at, but all I see is the usual; a bunch of kids in their gym uniforms.

"Is there something wrong Kim?" I ask her.

Quickly turning back around, she sends me a reassuring smile, and shakes her head. "Oh, sorry, I was just…looking…for someone."

After a few seconds, I decide it's none of my business, and let it slide. "Oh," she adds, and messes with the bottom of her honey-blonde hair, "and, umm, actually, eight isn't really a good time…how about… ten?"

I frown at the odd time arrangements, but I then nod and smile, "Of course! I mean…" I notice that I sound desperate, so I cough, and attempt deepen my voice somewhat. "Sure, ten is cool too."

She giggles at my antics, and we both start to walk back to Coach, having a small conversation along the way.

Once we arrive at the little gathering Coach immediately starts barking at us. "Listen up cupcakes, some of you should be very proud of yourselves today," She sends a glance towards Kim and me and gives us thumbs up, followed by the applause of everyone else.

Loving all the attention, I kick it into 'Royal Jack' mode, and I smile and wave at everyone, sending a few stray winks here and there. I then look down at Kim, to see how she's handling all the attention; and I see she's looking down at her feet, kicking at the ground, her face a light shade of pink. I have to admit, she looked so…precious at the moment.

Rolling my eyes, I wrap my left arm around her waist, and give her a small squeeze. I then whisper in an amused voice, "I didn't know you were the shy type Kimmy. After all, you did get more than enough attention when you were running back there."

She glances up at me, and gives me a tiny glare, and then she harshly whispers back, "Shut up Jack. I just…don't like big crowds…and don't call me Kimmy! It's Kim! I don't go by pet names you know!"

I just smile at her and say, "Kimmy is a good name for you. It's cute, you're cute…and it fits. I like it." After a few seconds, my mind catches up with my mouth, and my eyes widen.

Crap! Did I just say that out loud?!

She looks up at me, gives a tiny smile and I look into her amazing big doe-brown eyes. "You think I'm cute?" Her cheeks flare up with a pink color, and I give a cheeky smile.

"Uh-I mean, kinda…sort of…yeah…" I stumble over my words, and she just giggles.

"Thanks Jack. You're not too shabby yourself." She continues to giggle, and pushes another strain of hair behind her ear.

God, she looks so…what's the word? Oh yeah, beautiful. Truth be told, I could just stare at her for what seems to be forever.

While we are both looking at each other, the clapping around us gradually dissipates, and soon becomes small muffled sounds in the back ground. I focus on the girl right in front of me, and a small smile forms on her lips.

As I memorize her beautiful face, I notice her completion looks as smooth as a newborns skin, and it's a perfect mixture of tanned, yet, a light snowy color. Her cheekbones are well rounded and striking, along with her cute nose; not too big, and not too small.

I look down to her lips, and they are just…divine. They were parted slightly, as she took small intakes of breath, and they are a perfect light pink color. They are perfectly plumped and looked so soft…and…and kissable-

"Brewer! Crawford! Pay attention. Don't let that complement swell to your heads!" Coach snaps her gigantic fingers at us, and I shake my head slightly, breaking out of my trance. Kim does somewhat the same, and smiles apologetically to her, and looks back down.

Coach dismisses us, and rolls her eyes. "M'kay then, let's continue on…doge ball! That's where we're headed too next-"The bell rings loudly and interrupts her. "Ah, darn it. I guess we'll have doge ball tomorrow then. Class dismissed! Get outta here you sorry-excuses-for-teenagers!"

Everyone starts to leisurely head to the door, chatting away among themselves, leaving to get ready for next period.

Turning back to Kim, and we lock eyes again, and see her just looking at me with her big, doe brown eyes.

Tucking a strain of hair behind her ear, she says, "Uh, today was…fun."

I smile at her, and nod in agreement. "Yeah…tell me about it." I look down to her pink, full lips, then back to her eyes. I guess she notices me do it, and she daringly licks her bottom lip in a seductive motion.

Suddenly, my entire body jolts alive with electricity at the minor gesture, and my mind is screaming at me to shove this blonde-beauty against the wall of the school, and just smash my lips onto hers. But I use every ounce of my being to refrain from that…tempting action, even if it's something I want to do so badly.

"It's not always nice being…the new kid," She continues to say, her voice still a breathless whisper, yet with a firm flirtatious tone to it. "I-I might need someone to show me around the school or…or something to that matter."

I give an alluring side-smile, and I reply in my best teasing but husky voice, "I'll be glad to show you around the place…you know there are a bunch of cool places around here…quiet places to do homework…some…private places." I whisper that last sentence to her, and smile.

I could tell that my choice of words made her shudder, and my ego grew ever so slightly at the sight.

Finally, I couldn't take just…staring, and I lean in. I kinda half expect her to pull away, but she doesn't, and she leans in as well.

She stands on her tippy toes, and we are so close to sealing our lips together, that her bottom lip brushes against my top sending flash waves of shock through my body. Her pink, plump lips are about to connect with mine and-

"Jackie-POO! Where are you?!" Donna's voice pierces through the air, and Kim jumps from my grasp, along with a gasp of breath.

Her face is a deep red, and her eyes are wide, as if she were caught stealing a cookie from a cookie-jar. "Umm, I-I have to get to class." She says, and turns away from me, starting to head towards the open door.

"Wait, Kim," I call out to her, and she turns around, eyebrows raised.

"Yes?" She replies, tucking a strain of honey blonde hair behind her ear. I smile at the small frequent, yet cute gesture, and cross my arms. "Are we still on for Phil's?"

Sending a cocky grin my way, she nods her head, and gives me an cheeky thumbs up. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

I'm about to say something back, when I am yanked harshly downwards to face a certain, blood red-haired female. "Jackie!" she squeals, never letting go of my arm. "I had this, like great idea, and I like, was thinking you could like, walk me to class! Like we used to do, hmm? Oh please Jackie! Please!" Sticking out her bottom red lip, in an attempt to pout.

I was about to refuse, because I wanted to show Kim around to her next classes and such, but when I turn back to the door, she was gone.

Sighing, I put on a fake smile, turn back to Donna, and slowly nod my head. "Sure, Donna. Why not?"

She squeals-extra louder than usual-and starts dragging me inside, blabbering about whatever girls blabber about.

Walking alongside her, I kinda just zone her obsessive chattering out, and think about Kim. Her facial features, her personality, her everything.

Kim is defiantly something I want-and need to look into. She's…different, I like different. And every once in a while, different is exactly what you need to shake things up a bit.

And that's exactly what I need. And I know exactly where to find the source of it.

Kim.

Kim's POV:

I race down into the girl's locker room; hand over my chest, my heart literally beating a mile a minute.

What was that?

That whole exchange with that Jack kid?!

Once I get into the girl's locker room, I dart into the showers, and lean against the wall, and try to steady my breathing a little. Finally, my mind catches up with my body, and I start to recall bits and pieces of the events that just happened a few moments before.

I stare at Jack, and just examine his face. His perfect facial features are just so, amazing.

His jawline is sharp, and his chin freshly shaven. He obtains two brown twin moles under his right and left eye, and his cheekbones are broad and held high. His two brown eyebrows are raised, clearly showing interest and curiosity.

His overall aura just seems so…perfect.

I try to get changed into my regular clothes, and I take off my shirt, leaving me in my black sports bra and blue shorts. As I throw my shirt to the side, I realize that I'm not going to get anything done with my mind racing wildly like this.

So I slump down in defeat to where I'm sitting on my butt, and I bring my knees up to my chin, staring at the dark blue wall ahead of me. Deep down, I start to feel this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I don't have the slightest clue of what it is.

This is all completely frustrating! Why does this boy have so much control over me like this? What's going on?

He notices me looking at his-amazing-face, and he turns to me, locking our eyes together. Brown eyes against brown. His gaze is just so intense, and I feel so vulnerable under it, and I tuck a strain of my hair behind my ear.

"Uh today was fun…" I manage to get out, trying to ease the growing tension between the two of us right now.

He then slowly parts his lips and smiles, shining his perfect, straight white teeth at me, nearly making me blinded by his handsomeness.

"Yeah," His deep voice says, "tell me about it."

I shut my eyes tightly, and take in a huge breath, mentally trying to sort this whole, 'Jack fiasco', thing out.

It's-hopefully-just a phase, all teenagers get it every once in a while, right? It's just stupid, teenage hormones that are raging, uncontrollably right now.

Still looking into his deep, chocolate brown pools-for-eyes, when I notice he looks down at my lips, and then flickers back up to my eyes. That means something, right? Of course it means something…oh god, please let it mean something!

My blood suddenly decides it wants to run straight up to my cheeks and burn like a bonfire there when I recall the next part of the memory.

Getting caught up in the heated moment, I lick my bottom lip slightly, in attempt to seem more…seductive, that's the word. When I see his jaw tighten a bit in a restraining motion, I'm satisfied with the results I got.

I decide to push my luck even more, and go for the seductive act a bit longer, sense its working so well so far.

My voice is a small whisper now, quiet, but loud enough for him to hear me clearly, "It's not always nice being…the new kid," I say to him, and I add a dash of flirtation to my voice, secretly hoping he'd get the idea, "I-I might need someone to show me around the school or…or something to that matter."

When he responds, I could tell instantly that he got the point. No, wait. He didn't get the point; he smashed it, and created his own.

His voice is deep and husky, and he gives such a captivating half smile, that it could make you melt like butter on toast.

"I'll be glad to show you around the place…you know there are a bunch of cool places around here…quiet places to do homework…some…private places."

He whispers the last part in my ear, and with such a captivating tone in his voice, it literally makes my body shudder with excitement.

I run a hand through my hair, and frown, thinking deeply. What did he mean by 'private' places? Private, as in; 'a place to study', private? Or 'private' as in…'private-private'?

Because in all honesty, I kinda want to know…it's not such a bad idea actually…especially with someone like him.

I smile unconsciously, and I could feel the flames in my cheeks burn a brighter red then before. Maybe he likes me? As in, like-like! I mean, it wouldn't be such a bad thing, am I right? I don't wanna grow old alone you know-

The loud bell interrupts my thoughts, and my eyes widen in surprise.

Crap!

Scrambling up to my feet, I run towards the door of the girl's locker room, and run into the hallway without thinking, and look to see the clock.

'10:15 am'

Did I really just miss a period of class? How long was I in there for-?

I hear a wolf whistle behind me, and I spin around to see a group of teenage boys all gawking, smiling, and pointing in my direction.

At first, I didn't know what they we're looking at, and I turn my head side to side, looking for the source of their attention.

"Sheesh," One of the boys with black hair finally says, "what a smoking body you've got there Blondie! Were you sent from heaven?, cause you be lookin' like an angel!"

I frown in confusion, but when I look down at myself, it all dawns on me quickly. I was still in my black sports bra, and my blue shorts, with my hair a fuzzy mess.

My face instantly erupts in red, and my eyes widen. All the guys in front of me started whistling, followed by a few, 'damn's', and 'she's fine's'.

Suddenly an idea pops into my head, and I saunter over to the black-haired boy, and look him straight in the eyes. For a few seconds, he and his small group of idiots are silent, watching what I would do next.

I raise an eyebrow at him, and yank his neck down so that his ear is right next to my mouth, and I whisper, "Well, thank you for noticing…I can say the same about you," I fake smile at him and he looks back at his friends with a cocky grin.

"But uh," he turns his head back to look at me, his eyes clouded with lust and greed, "I think it's time for you to take a hike." I ram my knee as hard as I can into his 'private' area, and he instantly doubles over, face scrunched up in pain and he lets out a large grunt.

My once smiling face quickly turns into a death glare, and I narrow my eyes at the kid, "And while you're at it, go burn in hell ya' perv."

His friends behind him howl with laughter, and the black haired boy drops to his knees, still clutching his 'area' in pain.

I spin on the heel of my foot, and storm into the changing room to finish changing into my normal clothes, and to get to my next period class.

Once I throw the rest of my clothes on I grab my books and fast walk outside of the girl's locker room. I half expect to see those group of boys standing there still, but they we're gone.

Quickly, I start to run to my next period class, in attempt to make it on time. This wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for that Jack kid! Ugh, he's a distraction, and I never get distracted. Ever.

I can already tell that he's going to be a problem, a problem that I need to take care of ASAP. I need to get away from him! I swear if I see him one more time, I'm literally going to scream!

Mentally, I am screaming my lungs out.

I check the clock on the wall, and I see its 1:09. I have been though only three-fourths of my classes, and already I have a boat-load of paragraphs to skim over, lots of homework to finish, and multiple projects that are within a few days/weeks.

And it's only my first day! God, who knew school, could be so hard? I wish I was just back out on the streets, doing what I do best; stealing.

So now I'm sitting here in the middle of the school's biggest library, chewing on a pencil, trying to rack up as much information about 'Aanthropology'as I can.

I flip the page, and my eyes are zipping through the sentences, and copying it down to my notebook, organizing the info from 'important' to 'less important'. That's when I hear a screech of a wooden chair moving outwards, and the squeaking sound of someone taking a seat in a chair.

I look up to come face to face with the same boy who made me miss my second period class this morning; Jack.

Quite loudly, he lifts up his blue and black backpack, and fumbles through his papers inside, apparently looking for something. He then frowns, and takes out two large brown books, and drops it on the table that we now-Unforchenatley –share, creating a loud 'smack' sound.

He then proceeds to take out a few sharpened pencils, and puts them next to his books, and finally, opens the book, and begins to read.

I let out a heavy sigh, and look back down at my book, trying to get this work done. A few minutes into my research, I hear a continuous 'clicking' sound, and I look forwards to see him tapping his pencil against the tabletop, still reading his book.

Trying to ignore it, I go back to my studies, and begin to read again. Not even two minutes into it, I hear another 'tapping' sound, and I see him tapping his foot against the ground, creating an annoying, monotone beat.

Deciding that I have had enough, I clear my throat in attempt to grasp his attention. A few seconds later, he looks up at me, eyes innocent, as if he's done nothing wrong.

"Excuse me," I start out, and gesture to him then to my work, "Do you mind?"

He smiles widely, and shakes his head, "No, I don't mind. You can stay if you want. You're not bothering me that much."

I then roll my eyes. "Whatever, just…just keep quiet, okay? I need to study, and finish this mountain of homework, and I need silence. Oh, and by the way, it's called a library for a reason. We have to be quiet."

He crosses his arms across his chest and smirks, "I think I know what a library means, and I've been here longer than you Blondie-"I send him my best death glare, and he nods quickly, "Yeah, quiet. Gotcha."

After he shuts up and continues to read, I resume skimming through my-long-boring book about my research topic.

About 20 minutes pass by, and I finally decide that if I read another sentence that my brain will explode, setting down my book, I put my head in-between my hands, and let out a huge sigh.

This homework is TOO much. I mean, yes, I'm a senior, but I'm not in college yet people! Ease down on the homework now!

I hear a faint chuckle, and I peek through my hands to see a certain brown-haired boy staring directly at me, eyes shining with amusement, small smile present upon his face.

I straighten up and frown at him, and then cross my arms, "What's so funny?" I ask him.

His smile only gets bigger, and he shrugs. "It's just-It's just, you look so funny when you are frustrated…and that book? What even is, 'Anthropology' anyways? I honestly didn't think blondes could do work on things so complicated-sounding."

My eyes widen at his insult, and I let out a huff of air, "May I have you know not all blondes are stupid! That's just a terrible stereo-type that doesn't apply to everyone! Oh, and 'Anthropology' is the comparative study of human societies and cultures and their development. Thank you very much!"

His expression stays imperative for a few seconds, and then he raises an eyebrow, "Come again? I'm sorry, but what you just said come in one ear and out the other." He grows a goofy grin on his face, and I have to resist the urge just to smile. Well, because it is kinda funny…

I look down to hide my incoming smile, and ironically, I spot a paragraph on the effects of Females or Women, on the modern-day Male or Man.

'Women have more power over the average man than they think,' one of the paragraphs start out,

'And no, it's not about just the power of 'sex' and seductiveness, it's also the way their minds think and work and process information. You see, us men nowadays, don't seem to get who has the upper hand in society.

Yes, most men have more strength, and agility than the average woman does, but that's not what's important here. For example, if we we're thrown into the woods, and forced to survive on our own, man vs woman, who do you think will survive longest?

Think of it another way, 'Brain's vs Bronze'. What we don't see is that we are playing in the battle of the sexes. And right now, the ladies are winning.'

'Games huh?' I think to myself.

Suddenly, an idea pops into my head, which included both pay back for calling me stupid, and revenge written all over it.

Snapping my head back upwards, I look at Jack straight on, with a mischievous glint in my eyes. Immediately following my actions, he frowns and raises an eyebrow. "Uh, why are you looking at me like that?" He asks, suddenly full of attention, watching my every move.

I give a small grin, and look down at my pencil, picking it up gently, and looking at the tip. "Like what Jack?" I then start to chew on the tip very lightly, and I look at Jack, trying my best to look innocent.

He gives a small gulp, and points his index finger at me, frowning, "You're giving me that look. Those looks all girls give guys when they are-"

Speedily, I get up, and sit in the empty chair next to him, getting up close to him.

I then get close to his ear, and whisper,"When they are about to do what Jack?" I say it loud enough so he could hear my voice, and I try to add some seductive tone to it as well.

Let's see if this book about Anthropology and Men and Women is true.

I could see his Adam's apple bob up and down a few times, and he gulps then tenses up. "Well," I urge onwards, to see how far this could go, "guess what I'm about to do next…"

He blinks rapidly and stumbles on his words, which causes me to smile. Slowly he turns his head to look at mine, and I notice that his eyes are a darker shade than I remember them this morning.

"I-I-I…" Is all he could manage out, and I give a small chuckle, biting my lip, making his eyes go a shade darker than before-if possible.

He's finally about to answer when the bell rings loudly throughout the library, and everyone starts shuffling and getting their stuff together, then getting up to leave to their next period.

I stand up from the chair, and I start gathering my things as if none of this happened just now. I sneak a glance at Jack, and he's just sitting there frozen in his seat, completely zoned out, but still looking at me.

'Huh,' I think once again to myself, 'I guess this actually worked…that book was right!'

I walk around the left side of the table and pat him on the shoulder, and bending down to his level to look at his face.

"That's for this morning, 'Jackie'," I smile at him and pat his cheek gently, "Let the games begin. I'll see you Friday."

I then get up and start walking and swaying my hips, to get to my next class. But before I leave, I turn to him and say, "Oh, and you might want to take care of your little, 'situation' before anyone notices. 'Little Jack' wants to say hi, huh?"

His face quickly burns a blood red, and his mouth is wide open, but no words come out. I wink at him, and turn to the doors and exit, leaving behind an embarrassed Jack.

Maybe Anthropology isn't such a bad thing after all.

This is going to be interesting.

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