Rejected

• ELEVEN •

I was surprised to find Patrick in class the next morning, he had taken the same seat as the first day and as I took my familiar seat I could feel his eyes on me.

This in turn made me ultra aware of myself.

It also made me want nothing more than to turn around and look at him, I wanted to catch him checking me out, see the lust in his eyes...I wonder what sex with him would be like, I bet it'd be hot and heavy...almost forbidden.

I gripped my pen a little tighter, I was getting turned on for no good reason and I needed to focus...of course he'd pick that exact moment to stand up from his seat.

He made it a point to walk by me, I caught his eye on his way out of the classroom, he winked and I tried my damnedest to not smile...I failed.

He left the room and the professor didn't even seem to care.

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As the rest of the week went by I still hadn't talked to Jon since that night of the party, and strangely I was alright with that.

I had too much on my plate to worry about someone else. Bitchy, I know...but it's the truth.

Also, alongside meeting up with Harper and Elise for lunch not much had changed...except something had in fact changed.

I don't know how it happened, but I found myself in this silent flirtation with Patrick. Every time I'd see him in class or in the halls he'd just so happen to catch my eye...he wouldn't do anything special but every encounter was like a secret game we were playing, it was subtle but kind of a turn on, like we had a secret no one else knew about.

So today was no different.

I sat in my first class, today I decided to be a little bold and try and tease him a little, I knew he'd be in class and I can always feel him watching me. I wore a skirt, nothing fancy, but enough to rile him up, and a top that came down a little lower than one would traditionally wear to a morning class...skanky but what the hell.

Sure enough when he entered the room his eyes fell on me, I could swear for the slightest moment his normally bright blue eyes were stormy and on the verge of black.

He smirked and I couldn't help but smile in response, his mere gaze had already effected me, my core was throbbing wantonly and it was all his fault.

I don't know why I was wanting to mess with him for, he's so sleazy...and yet, I kind of liked it...like, he's use to girls always throwing themselves at him, and I wanted him to chase me...it was my own sadistic game of cat and mouse, the results may very well be catastrophic, but I needed to have a little fun in the meantime.

When class let out I knew I needed to hightail it to the other side of campus if I wanted to get a decent seat.

I rushed out of the classroom and was stopped when a hand grabbed mine.

His touch was almost electric.

My heart began to pound.

"Where's the fire?" He asked playfully.

"Just trying to get to class Patrick, some of us do actually care about our grades."

"I was more than a little distracted." He smiled, wickedness radiating off of him.

"Don't try and blame me for your laziness."

He rolled his eyes and no one could've been more nonchalantly handsome than he was at that moment...to me he was like a young Marlon Brando, so being this close and having my hand still in his made me want to legitimately swoon.