Clearly, my body wants her and I can't deny it any longer; it's because she's so smooth, so tantalizing; it has nothing to do with her gender.
Nothing.
“Hey Juliette!” A chipper voice pulls me out of my trance, thankfully. “I love your shoes.” She compliments me gesturing to my shoes.
I have no idea who this girl is, I want to say her name, but I can't remember what it is. Is it Maria or Alice? I literally have no idea. Random girls and boys often come to me during the day and compliment me; it's fake, but still admiring at the same time.
Of course, she loves my shoes. They're the Louboutin So Kate heels. These ones are black, but I have them in every colour. Thankfully, Richmond doesn't have a no heel policy—not that I would follow it anyway.
As ridiculous as it sounds, I actually love heels, mostly because they make me feel powerful, like I could step on anyone without thinking twice.
While the pain can be infuriating, it's also kind of… nice.
“Thanks, I like yours too!” I say in my fake chipper tone, looking down at her black doc martens.
“Thanks!” she says back, her eyes holding amusement and her tone still cheery. She winks at me before walking away.
Those were the ugliest shoes I've ever seen in my life. Now normally, I would just say that point blank, but this girl looked harmless and she's definitely a few years younger. What's the point of ruining her day? She'll figure out how hideous those shoes are on her own eventually.
The bell rings before I can even reach my locker to take a paracetamol for this awful headache. I groan in response and make my way to my next class—biology.
I used to despise going to biology, mostly because I never understood half the shit that Mr Khalid used to spew. However, the last few weeks I've actually been enjoying biology class, not as much as my tutoring sessions with Adaline though.
When I walk into class, it's mostly full already besides my usual seat, which is a few rows behind Adaline. Speaking of the devil, she's in her seat, her eyes already absorbed in her textbook.
The seat next to her is occupied by some random girl, like it always is.
Not today.
I make my way down the row and stop in front of the girl. I feel Adaline's eyes boring into me from my peripheral vision, but I ignore her.
“Get up,” I say authoritatively to the girl who is already shaking in her seat.
“B—but this is my seat,” she stutters, her neck turning scarlet red.
I lean into her, placing my hands on my hips. “It's mine now.”
She doesn't think twice before getting up and scrambling out of her seat. I feel a smirk pulling up the sides of my mouth as I slide into her seat.
“What are you doing?” I hear Adaline hissing at my side and I turn to her.
“Sitting next to my tutor,” I retort cheekily, trying to suppress a smile.
The next hour of class consists of me trying my best to focus on learning, but all I can really focus on is how infuriatingly adorable Adaline is when she's studying.
Chapter TWENTY-FIVE
A d a l i n e
Inmy seventeen years of living, I have never once been distracted during biology class, until today. More precisely, until two hours ago when I was in class and Juliette sat right next to me!
Who does she think she is basically demanding that Rachel leave the seat next to me? Now, I don't really care much for Rachel because I've barely spoken to her, but still, it's the principal behind it that's infuriating.
But why was it so sexy? Maybe it was the gleam in her delicious eyes, her hands placed firmly on those narrow hips, not to mention the commanding tone that exuded pure confidence.
It worked, because Rachel got up from her seat without a second thought. One thing I've always hated about Juliette is the way she commands control from any room she's in. So, after I've had front row tickets to the show, why did I enjoy it so much?
I didn't even speak to her during class, in fact, I spent the entirety of it trying my best to ignore her and that petulant gaze, not to mention that every time she didn't understand something, she would try and look at me for answers. I know I'm her tutor, but I think she's enjoying this little ordeal a bit too much.
