You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 27

Weston scoffed. I turned back to glare at him, but he waved me off "Mr. J, you know that isn't possible."

"Yeah, well, I tried," Our teacher replied and groaned.

"Sir, please don't leave me with," I pointed at Weston in disgust, "that thing." I tried my puppy dog look that consisted of widening my green eyes a bit, pouting my lower lip, and scrunching up my eyebrows. Mr. J simply raised one eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. His expression read something along the lines of, 'Seriously? Not going to work.'

Weston tried to hold back his laughter, but cracked, ending up in a laughing fit. He finally calmed down and pointed a finger at me. "Whew, what kind of face was that? You looked like a cow that's constipated."

"How do you know what a cow that's constipated looks like, huh?" I challenged, using a nagging voice.

"Well, obviously, just look at you."

I gasped. "I am not a cow!"

I heard a door slam and found that Mr. Jenkins escaped from us. Smart man, I thought, I'm stuck with stupid ... again! I groaned for the thousandth time today. "See? Poor Mr. Jenkins!"

"You just like him, because like every girl around here thinks he's like so hot!" Weston replied in a failed attempt at a girl voice, crossing his arms and throwing me one of his smirks. To tell you the truth, his smirk fit him well. Well, everything fit him well. He wasn't as hot as a Greek god or any god for that matter, because he was so much hotter. His strong, angular jaw clenched when he was mad or when he was concentrated. His blue eyes shined out of his perfectly tan skin and black hair that was whipped into a messy style. I found it hard not to stare at his sculpted chest and broad shoulders that were only being covered by a thin layer of gray cloth. Oh, and his lips. His lips were nice, even when they spoke the meanest things or curved into a cocky smirk.

I realized I was gawking at him and shook my head furiously in an effort to shake off the trance I was in. "I don't like him," I snapped.

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!" I got up to throw my trash and stood there, crossing my arms. "Idiot, I don't like him. Oh and change the score. Add one point for me." I smiled in victory and did a little dance called the Cabbage Patch in my head. I smirked when his face scrunched up.

"Why?" Weston asked in disbelief.

He took another step forward, while I took another step back. "Eli?"

"Seriously?" I asked in disbelief and let out a small laugh. "That's not possible."

Again, he took another step forward and I took another step back. This continued with him throwing out random names and me denying everyone, because I didn't like anyone of them. I almost yelped when my back finally hit the wall and Weston came closer to me, leaning his lower arm on the wall above my head.

I blinked a couple of times when I realized the situation I was in right now. His smell surrounded me and I inhaled it. The scent of a sweet woodsy scent filled my nostrils and I almost closed my eyes in satisfaction. If I could take his cologne and bathe in it, I would. The heat from his body radiated onto my skin from the close proximity and it felt good. My hands twitched, wanting to pull him closer, but I regained composure. Instead of gripping him closer, I crossed my arms above my belly and my hands gripped my jacket. I looked up to see that his eyes searched mine and his lips were so close that it almost brushed against mine when he talked.

"I think I know who you like," He said in a low voice, slightly smirking. His warm breath was somehow cool on my face. I held back a shiver of pleasure and gulped loudly.

"Who?" I replied, waiting for an answer.

Weston leaned into my ear as if to tell me a secret. "Is it me?" He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. A shiver went down my spine and I almost collapsed when Weston playfully grazed my earlobe.

"Look who's finally getting along," A voice teased. I pushed away Weston and found Mr. Jenkins standing at the door with his arms crossed. Amusement was written all over his face.