•twelve• Sitting in a tree, definitely not k-i-s-s-i-n-g

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I have a two step action plan to deal with unsettling developments. One: Find James. Two: Tell James.

It's not like I'm actually going to him for advice. I already know what I'm supposed to do, I just don't want to be the one who says it first.

I found my scrape goat leaning against his locker, smiling at some random freshman girl as she asked him for directions to the gym. She had on a cherry red t-shirt that was two sizes too small. And going by the way he was leaning towards her, it didn't pass his notice.

I glowered as I headed towards the pair. It wasn't the fact that she was flirting with him that pissed me off. It was the way she was so obvious about it. Or it could've just been the way he was so happy about it.

She giggled and playfully hit his upper arm. He pretended to be mortally wounded.

I rolled my eyes as I neared this cringe-worthy scene. I mean, it wasn't hard to guess why girls fell so hard for him. But there are limits to how desperate a girl should allow herself to seem.

I heaved a sigh; I guess it wasn't their fault. James was like the poster boy for hot high school crush. Lean, muscular and armed with a self assured smirk. And the way he'd look at you as you'd speak. He made you feel like you were the only person he ever wanted to listen to.

Of course, it never lasted long. The minute he got bored with the conversation, he'd leave.

"I have to be somewhere else."

I've heard him say it so many times before to so many girls that the initial shock of how blunt it was had worn off. I guess that's why I was kind of immune. I knew that his sort of charm just left a bitter after taste. And lucky me... I got to learn that the easy way.

"And so I'm pretty good at volleyball too," she stated as she twirled her already curly hair around her finger.

This girl, though, would probably have to learn it the hard way.

James ran a hand through his floppy hair and nodded. "That's amazing. I love a girl that can handle strenuous physical activities."

She swooned. I gagged.

"Hey Jimmy," I butt in, planting myself diagonal to the girl. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

His eyes lethargically shifted away from her, "Perhaps, it depends on what you want to talk about."

The girl he was hitting on tried to intimidate me with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. And I tried not to gorge her eyeballs out. This is exactly what I hate about Freshmen. They have no idea who's what and instead just bumble around my halls like its their fucking birth right. However, I didn't have the time or patience to teach this bimbo a lesson so I decided to just ignore her.

"Umm," the red-headed girl tapped my shoulder, "You can't just barge into other people's private conversations like that. It's kind of rude."

My right eye involuntarily twitched. Actually, I might have a second or two to spare.

"True, but the thing is-" I took three steps closer to James and grabbed a fistful of the god awful, blue and black tie-dye t-shirt he was wearing. My lower lip jut out as I brought myself to stand on tip toe. Letting my lips graze his ear lobe, I gave the girl a meaningful glance. Satisfied with how her face colored furiously, I continued. "See this dress? Yeah...that's about all I've got on."

I withdrew just in time to watch the friendly smile that James had on for the girl morph into a devious one. The devil's true colors.

"Well, that's-" James slid his hands around my waist and shifted his body so that it leaned into mine, effectively cutting the girl out of the conversation. His blue eyes framed by a cocked eyebrow, I could see the amusement that rampaged through them. "That's a matter of concern," he told me solemnly.

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