|WATTYS 2021 Shortlisted| ❝Teach me.❞ ❝Teach you what?❞ ❝Teach me how to be a bad boy.❞
Elias Rodriguez has a crush on a certain cheerleader (since forever), but she has a thing for bad boys, not chemistry nerds. Lucky for him, the cheerleader's bes...
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Chapter eight | A very bad approach
I clipped the seat belt on as he did the same. Once again, he was the one driving us to school.
Resisting the urge to say something, the events from last night flashed through my eyes.
I could still feel his burning gaze as he looked down at me last night. I remember that my breath hitched when his eyes met mine. Those blue eyes were darker, matching the inky sky above him. They held an odd glint in them, which I couldn't decipher.
That didn't sit well with me, putting me on edge. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind at that moment.
I gasped as I heard Eli calling my name. With my eyes wide, I turned towards him.
With eyebrows scrunched together, he looked at me with confusion. "Are you ok?" he asked, looking at me with concern.
Before I could reply, the car behind us honked, reminding us that the light was now green.
"I am great, Eli," I said with a forced smile.
"It is Elias, not Eli," he grumbled in response. His statement made me smile. He looked cute when annoyed.
"I will call you Eli as long as you call me Cynthia instead of Cyn. Understood, Eli?" I stated, mocking him at the end.
He just gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. I turned my eyes away from him, towards the window but not before noticing him glancing at me.
Trying to dissipate the silence between us, I once again turned towards him. "I don't remember buying this shirt for you," I remarked, looking at his checkered shirt.
The red shirt looked comfortable, with the arms rolled up near his elbows. He looked great in it and at total ease.
"I bought it last year," he said as he parked the car in the school parking lot. I hummed in response and unbuckled my seat belt. Getting out of the car, I slung my bag over my both shoulders and turned my body towards him.
"I have cheer practice today, so you can leave without me," I informed him as he walked closer to me.
"Then how will you return home later?" he asked with brows once again furrowing in concern.
Clearing my throat, I averted my eyes. A slight blush warmed my skin, but thankfully my makeup concealed it. Why am I acting like this?
"I will be fine. I could always take a ride with someone else or maybe take a cab," I offered it as an answer.
He shook his head at my response. I couldn't help but notice the way his hair moved and flopped in front of his eyes as he did that.
"I will drive you back. I can wait for an hour or two after school." His tone held finality, leaving no room for argument.
