Instead, I inspected him. From his pitch-black hair to his even darker eyes. From his ripped body to his mouth that always seemed to be up in a smirk. The mouth that challenged me more than anyone else had.

He gave me a run for my money every single day. It was constant and I was determined to win. He was my match but also my rival. He was the person to make me switch between the desire to strangle him and to wanting something else.

Something else that I wanted at that moment. Something that went against the rule I had just made that morning.

Stone moved a piece of hair out of my face as he chuckled "Your hair looks even more like seaweed."

"Shut up!" I yelped while I have his chest a gentle swat with my hand.

He shook his head while he chuckled again "Such a violent little thing."

The heat spread from the tip of my toes to my cheeks.

"You are not exactly a calm and collected person either, Lurch." I made my point by adding "Mr I've-been-kicked-out-of-school-seventeen-times."

His lip moved again as if he was about to smile but he stopped himself. Maybe it was because he was too busy preoccupied with stroking my hip.

"You don't get into any fights at our school though." I mentioned

Staring at me for a good few minutes, he eventually shook his head once.

"Why not?"

"I can't get kicked out of school this time." He replied, determinedly.

I tilted my head.

He moved another stray hair from my face as he elaborated "I can't leave you in English. You would miss me too much."

My eyes rolled before I scolded "Well, keep it like that. No fighting. I will not visit you in prison."

"Why not, Medusa?" He asked with an eyebrow rose.

"I'll send you a postcard." I joked before adding "If you are lucky enough."

As his stare intensified so did his grip on my hips. He moved me closer until I was pressed up against him.

We kept our gazes matched.

His eyes were like two blackholes. I had been sucked in and I was not sure if I would be able to escape.

I was not sure if I wanted to.

One of his hands moved from my hip to my cheek until he caressed his thumb on the side of my face.

I had read a lot of books in my time. One of the techniques common among them was foreshadowing. An event that is hinted at throughout the book. A warning. My life was not any sort of book but this was my story and I had never predicted this.

Our faces were so close. So close that I could how dark his eyes had darkened.

His deep voice pulsated through my body as he growled "Fuck it."

Then he kissed me.