"Are you always going to be lurking around?" I asked, meeting his eye.

His chest grew closer to my face as he neared closer and bent down so my body was within inches of his.

I put my hands together and twiddled my thumbs as I continued to meet his eye.

"I am just so lucky." I remarked humourlessly "Out of two thousand or so lockers, you just had to get the one that's two away from mine."

The corner of his mouth hiked up a millimetre.

I leaned on my toes and stretched up to observe his minuscule hint of a smile closer. I also rose in my toes to appear taller and stronger.

"Must be the green hair that gives you all of that luck." He grumbled, his expression remaining unreadable.

"What is your obsession with my hair?" I raised further on my toes while I gritted out the question.

He never answered. He only cocked his head and studied my angry pout and my narrowed eyes.

"I don't point out the colour of your hair." I rebutted because I could not think of anything else to say.

His head cocked further to the side and his emotionless rumble of a voice had a hint of amusement in it as he probed "What is the colour of my hair?"

Stone's hair was black. Black like midnight. Black like his obsidian eyes. Black like the dark.

Nothing came to mind to reply so I ended up blurting out "The colour of a cow pat."

Once again, his mouth twitched upwards. The movement disappeared as quick as it had appeared.

"It is nearly the end of the day. I am too out of energy to give good insults." I lamely made up an excuse to recover from my cow-pat comment "Tomorrow I'll be ready."

He moved closer. He stole the space between us and neared so that his scent filled my senses. He smelled like leather and cologne and everything masculine.

My goal was to remain strong and act unaffected but that thought quickly got thrown to the wind.

The thick muscly arm brushed past the top of my head before moving past me and reaching into my locker.

A book was in his hand when he pulled his arm back.

Stone held my book up close to his face so he could read the title which meant it was out of my reach. He did not even have to raise his arm up for me to be jumping in an attempt to get it back.

"Give it back, Lurch!" I demanded, continuing to jump up higher and higher.

If I knew I was going to have to climb a mountain, then I would have brought a harness with me to school.

He noticed my stretching to try and get the book because his dark eyes lit up in amusement as I kept on shooting him an angry glare.

I felt like I was back at middle school when the boys in my class would steal my frog shaped cookies and hold them out of reach from me.