one-Listen Sweetie-shot

I sat in my math class staring out the window trying to ignore the idiot behind me that was kicking the back of my chair repeatedly. Today had not been myr day. My alarm clock wasn't set, my curly black hair (which I always wear straight) would just not straighten, I forgot breakfast as I ran to the bus stop, the same idiot that was kicking my chair decided to sit next to me and annoy the crap out of me, and to top it all off he now was annoying me r in my most difficult class. The bell rang and I stood up to turn in the worksheet I just finished which was all the way at the back of the room. I really wasn't looking at the ground as I made myr way to the bin when I tripped over something and caught myself on the corner of the desk. I turned around only to see a smiling Jay, the idiot.
"Watch it bigfoot." I snapped glaring at him.
"It's not my fault you're a klutz." He smirked as he brushed past me to turn in his worksheet. Our shoulders bumped and I ignored the tingle that sparked when they touched.I rolled my eyes and followed in suit when suddenly he turned around and our faces were inches apart. He leaned into my ear.
"Listen Sweetie, just watch where you're going." And then he brushed past me again. I groaned loudly as the bell rang signalling I was late for class, at least it was only literature and I could daydream all she wanted.
Ever since kindergarden Jay Borkin and I,Alyss Keyes, had been sworn enemies. It all started when I was playing barbies at recess with my best friend Kenzie. Jay decided to come up and sneak away with my favorite barbie. You know the kind, perfect hair that was just perfect, and you always put it in the absolute best outfit that you even owned and it was your pride in joy? Yeah he took that one, before ripping off it's head and cutting off all of it's hair. Ever since then Jay has been out to get me. In second grade he drew with a marker on my t-shirt that said 'I'm a dork' the big burn back then, in third grade he stole my crayons and broke them, in fifth grade he pushed me down during skating week in PE, in sixth grade he'd always aim for me when they played dodgeball, and he threw his hardest, in seventh grade he told the whole junior high I wore grannie panties, you get the point right? This guy hated my guts. Oh yeah and last year,freshman year, he pushed me down the stairs right in front of my crush, Ted an unattainable junior, and everyone laughed. I sighed as I got lectured by the teacher I accidently glanced at Jay, who was fullfleged smirking he knew I was late because of him. It would be great if he wasn't adorable. He had the cutest black shaggy hair that hung into his hazel-make-you-melt-inside eyes, and his teeth that were perfectly straight and white, of course all of this disappeared when he was bothering me. He was a complete asshole, and it's not like I liked him. We will always be enemies. I sat down next to him, my unfortunately assigned seat, and pulled out the dumb book we were reading. They obviously haven't updated the reading list in about three million years. I didn't really exactly notice that he was watching me.
-Jay's POV-
I sat in math class kicking the back of Alyss's chair trying to get her attention. It's what I've been trying to get since kindergarden, unfortunately, I was, or maybe still am, too stupid to realize that annoying her to death doesn't exactly turn her on. She was so beautiful to me. The way she had deep green eyes, and naturally curly black hair, and the softest looking pink lips. She was perfect in every way. I of course have to act like I hate her, when really I can't hate her. The bell rang and she was making her way to the back of the room, I was bending over and my foot must have slipped out into the walk way, because I heard a big bang. I sat back up and saw her, arms flailing, as she caught herself on the corner of the desk behind me. I couldn't help but grin, and apparently she thought I'd done this on purpose. Time to pretend she's the most hideous monster I've ever seen.
"Watch it big foot."
"It's not my fault you're a klutz." I stood up and brushed past her, good thing my back was to her, because if it wasn't she'd see the embarassing flood of pink that overtook my cheeks and the way I inhaled sharply, trying with all my might to ignore the sparks I felt. She must of followed me because when I turned around our faces were inches apart. I leaned in towards her ear, luckily avoiding her lips which were tempting.
"Listen Sweetie-" Breathe evenly.
"Watch where you're going." And then I left. Soon enough she entered Literature, late. I couldn't help but grin at her, she was so adorable. She sat down next to me, I love the assigned seats, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I decided then that sometime today, I would make a move, and ask her to Midwinter. I can't take this crap anymore.
-Alyss's POV-
"Wow, sounds like a shit ass day." Kenzie smirked. My bad days amused her. My face was straight which made her giggle.
"Yeah..." I sighed and leaned my head againist the locker. After a few minutes we decided to head off to our seperate classes, I turned around to head to Spanish II when I colided with someone.
"Shit." I dragged out the t before bending down to start picking up my books. The guy did the same. He was handing me a few of my books. I looked up with a smile, about to thank and the smile vanished as I saw the one and only Jay Borkin. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"Look, I don't know what your problem is Borkin but can you please leave me the hell alone. You have succeeded in making my shitty day even shittier so please just leave me in peace before I need to be put in a straight jacket."
"Well sweetie, my job here is done, and by the way, learn some manners I just helped you with your books and you didn't even thank me." And with one last smirk he turned and started to walk away.
"Oh and stop calling me sweetie DORKIN!" I shouted before continuing my journey to Spanish. By the end of lunch I was just about ready to shoot myself. I had tons of homework, Jay continued to pester me inbetween classes. I was walking past his table when he stood up and cut me off. I would have protested, but something that was all folded up fell out of his notebook. I bent down and unfolded it. What I saw made me gasp. It was a drawing of me, done perfectly, sitting at my lunch table, where I had been just a few minutes ago. I flipped it over and the next picture just about made me faint. It was a picture of me and him kissing. Completely absorbed in each other, blurred images of others scurrying past us. It even had my arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. I was in complete shock, this picture meant that Jay was possibly, maybe, just slightly, in love with me.
I was now standing at my locker talking to Kenzie about the picture, just about to head off to class. When I started to take a step forward I had no idea that Jay was right behind me reaching out to tap on my shoulder, a look of fright and hope and worry written all across his beautiful features.
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By the end of the day I was just about as confused as a lion in Antartica. What in the world did that picture mean? Did it mean Jay was in love with me? Or was it just a sketch that he just dreamt up? I sighed and started to walk to the bus stop. Walking just about five feet in front of me was just the guy who was on my mind.
"Jay wait!" I yelled he turned around and stopped.
"Yeah?" He asked in an annoyed voice. I took the piece of paper out of my back pocket and unfolded it.
"What the hell is this?" His features became shocked.
"Where did you find it?" He almost yelled.
"I saw it fall out of your notebook after lunch. What is it?"
"What does it look like? A drawing." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah of us kissing. In case you didn't know this enemies don't kiss Jay." Suddenly he had taken two giant steps foward and his face was inches from mine.
"Who said we were ever enemies?"He whispered. I was just about to protest when he pinned me up againist the locker and kissed me deeply. It was the softest kiss I'd ever had, and he had both hands cupping my face. I felt the love that was in the kiss, and I realized, he didn't hate me. He loved me. I kissed him back before he pulled away and looked at me with his eyes full of excitement.
"Wait. Then why did you pick on me all of those years?"
"I just wanted the pretty black haired girl's attention. I just went about it in the wrong way. And I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I'm sorry too." Our foreheads were touching now.
"Oh yeah, can I take you to Midwinter?"
"Yes." And I walked hand in hand with my once upon a time enemy. This bad day just got a whole lot better.