'What did they really see in her?'
She focuses her attention on me as though enchanted. Somehow I tend to have that effect on people. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.
As she reaches her seat she glances once again at me smiling seductively before sitting down. A forced smile meets hers but I think her head is too far in the clouds to even see how uninterested I am in her.
"Good morning class"
I hadn't even realise when Mr. Knight walked in.
"Pop Quiz"
There's a unified cry of disapproval. Well at least I'm not taken fully of guard. I've been working hard at studies, after all what's the use of Beauty without Brain.
Sarah's POV
"Pop Quiz"
'I knew it' I beam inwardly. I guess my intuition never lies. I look around and expressions of disappointment rage on each face, until my eyes fall on Blake. So calm, cool and collected, not a worry on his face. Unconsciously a smile escapes my lips. Just then he looks up and our eyes make four. For a moment I feel lost in his eyes. Then as if the generator in my brain jump starts I quickly recompose myself swinging my head to the front of the class.
'What was that?' I question myself.
My cheeks feel like they are on fire. 'Am I blushing?' I frown. 'What's wrong with me?' I sat patiently waiting for the test papers to be distributed but my head is in a world wind of thoughts. There's no denying his beauty, chiseled jawline, eyebrows with an arch shaped just thick enough to be seen without being overly bushy, his eyes....
I close my eyes as if reminiscing on the situation I had just found myself in less than a minute ago.
'His eyes....' I thought. I had no idea I started smiling again.
"Your time starts Now!"
My eyes fly open in a panic, I look around then down at my desk. I had been so carried away with my thoughts that I had not notice my test paper had been sitting on my desk waiting for me. I clear my head, open the paper and begin.
Blake's POV
I lift my eyes from my pencil case just in time to notice Sarah staring at me. I don't know why but I just couldn't pull my eyes away from her gaze. I felt drawn to her. I watched her rosy pink lips curve upward. The sweetest smile, the warmest feeling. I can't fully explain this feeling but I know its doing something to me.
The smile quickly fades and she turn back to the front. 'why was I feeling so attracted to her?' Even thought she looked away I couldn't tare my eyes from her. Her melanin glowing as if a halo surrounded her. Her type 4 hair twisted like locks resting just above her shoulders. She looks mesmerizing. From this angle I can see a potion of her face and I watch as she closes her eyes and smiles again.
My heart feels like it is about to explode. Her smile so infectious that before I realise it I'm smiling too. She seems so deep in thought that she doesn't even notice when Mr. Knight places the quiz on her desk. I wonder what has her smiling. 'I hope I'm the reason' I joke to myself.
The test begins and with one last glance at her I commence. Everything goes smoothly, the perks of always being prepared. I look up at others still writing, my eyes flick to her. Even when she is deeply concentrating she's enchanting. She twirls her pencil between her fingers before it came to a rest on her lower lip.
I close my eyes. 'Why is her every move having such an effect on me?' My dopamine levels spike. I open my eyes once again to her now searching the room as if answers lie hidden within the room. Then as if pulled by a force our eyes lock once again. This time a surge of pleasurable sensation ripples through my body that I can no longer physically withstand. I need to make narrow escape before I end up acting on any primal instincts. Handing in my paper quickly I leave the room.
Sarah's POV
The test isn't hard but it doesn't mean that some thinking isn't involve. I exhale with a sigh. 'Why couldn't 1+1=2 be all there was to Math?' Mr. Knight really knows how to make Mondays a nightmare.
'Find the length of the side marked X on the right angled triangle in the image shown'
This is easy, simply use Pythagoras Theorem. I want to make sure I don't lose marks carelessly so I scan my brain to ensure I apply the correct equation to solve the sum. I twirl the pencil in my hand as I think and as my mind is rolling my head looks around the room, at nothing in particular, until my eyes meet Blake. Our eye contact is forcefully broken when abruptly he gets up and leaves the room.
'Did I offend him? What did I do wrong?' These thoughts start to consume me.
A screech of a chair against the concrete floor jolts me back to my surroundings as another student gets up to hand in their test sheet. I shake my head hoping to reorganize my thoughts. 'No more time to lose' and with that I shift into concentration mode once again.
I leave the class room all finished and satisfied with my performance. I enter the hallway as students congregate in the walk way comparing answers. I sift through the crowd searching for Blake.