When Summer Ends [SAMPLE ONLY] *** Previously called The Perfect summer...

When Summer Ends - Chapter 7

I looked down at what he had put on my desk to see it was a cheese and pickled onion sandwich, a bottle of orange juice, and a peach. My favourites. Damn it! Why is he doing this to me? If I can’t be with him then he just needs to be the asshole so I can get over him. If he keeps being nice to me, I’m never going to be able to move on. I looked back at him to say thanks, but he wasn’t even looking in my direction as he sat stiffly, scribbling in his folder.

I turned the music down slightly and grabbed the food, eating it quickly. I looked at the peach and sighed. You couldn’t buy them from the cafeteria so he must have brought this in from his place. I stared the clock, watching the second hand go round so slowly that it looked like it was going backwards. Damn stupid time! The morning went too fast because I didn’t want to come here and now it’s taking forever to end.

Finally the bell rang. He still didn’t look up as I put my iPod back in my bag and grabbed my empty sandwich carton. I walked to his desk and threw it in the trash. His hand was a tight fist, but he didn’t look up at me as I stood there.

“How much do I owe you for the food?” I asked quietly when it was clear that he wasn’t going to acknowledge me. I wished he would look at me; I desperately wanted to see his beautiful eyes.

“Nothing, forget it.” He shook his head and continued with his lesson plans that he had scattered across his desk. Wow, two days and he’s already made a messy desk…

“Oh, well, um… thanks,” I muttered uncomfortably. “You know, you should try and keep your desk a little tidier, people will think you’re a slob. Maybe you could pay a freshman to keep it clean for you.” I turned to walk off, listening to him laugh quietly behind me. I didn’t stop; I just walked out and headed to my next class.

When I got to my Spanish class I slipped into the seat next to Amy. “Hey, how’d detention go with Mr Hottie?” she asked, looking at me jealously.

I shrugged and slumped down in my seat, wishing this day was over already. This morning I prepared myself for one meeting with him, I’d already had two and had a whole hour of my worst subject to come. Life was cruel.

Two hours later I was being blindly led down the hall by Amy. “Seriously, come drool over the hot new teacher. It’ll take your mind off of that ass of an ex you have,” she insisted. I sighed, wishing I could tell her and have her understand that was exactly the reason I didn’t want to go to calculus.

I stopped outside his classroom. “No, I’m going to skip, I have a headache. Just get me any assignments I miss, okay?” I said, shaking my head. I couldn’t cope with seeing him anymore; I was physically and emotionally exhausted already. My lack of sleep last night was catching up on me making my eyes sting.

“You’re not sick, you just want to go home and pout over that ass that didn’t deserve you anyway. Well screw him; you can do better than a waster bartender. A little dose of Mr Hottie teacher will perk you up no ends. And if the sound of his sexy voice doesn’t do it then I bet he could make your headache disappear with one of those sexy little smiles.” She waggled her eyebrows at me playfully.

I groaned and shook my head in protest. “Definitely skipping.”

Someone cleared their throat behind us. I jumped, quickly looking back to see Will standing behind us with an amused expression on his face. “Ladies, is this a private discussion about how hot I am or can anyone join in?” he asked, smirking as Amy blushed tomato red and giggled. “And no skipping, Miss Henderson,” he added. His beautiful eyes met mine seeming to trap me in his gaze. I couldn’t look away as my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were warm and playful and so much like my Will that it actually hurt my insides.