“What class do you have first?”
“Um. . . English with Mr. O’Connell.”
“It’s your lucky day I just so happen to have that class and an empty seat next to me.”
“Cool.” I said blushing as he turned his face on me with that adorable grin that I couldn’t resist. We entered the school and began walking down a bright hallway. From the outside the school looked like a castle. So the modern inside surprised me. I gasped. Jonathan looked down and laughed at my expression.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His face became dark and distant as he pondered some thought.
“It’s so beautiful. It doesn’t look like a school.”
“Yeah it’s newly refurbished.” He turned to the right and headed down another corridor. He stopped in front of a door labeled English, O’Connell, 708.
“After you,” He said with a swish of his hand motioning me to go first. I looked at him bewildered. “Ladies first,” He said continuing to hold the door open for me now grinning.
I turned and said, “I’ve never had a guy hold a door open for me.”
“Well some of us were raised to treat women with respect.” I blushed and went in.
He came up behind me. Jonathon put his hand on the small of my back and began to guide me. This simple gesture sent electric shocks through my body. He seemed to notice this and removed his hand. “Over there.” He pointed to a desk made for two. It was in the very back of the room on the right hand side. My heart began to thump madly.
I looked around at the modern décor. This had to be the coolest school ever and not just because I was sitting next to Jonathon, though that did add to the whole appeal. Jonathon then came and sat down next to me after talking to the teacher.
“Class it appears we have a new student. Kylie Lyons she is from Santa Barbara California. So give her a warm welcome from Patrick Pulmer Private Learning Institution.”
The class replied by saying, “Welcome.” I turned to Jonathon. He was rigid.
“Patrick Pulmer is he a relative of yours?” I whispered. He didn’t relax.
“He was my great- great-great grandpa. He is the one who had the school built. And my uncle the current Patrick Pulmer paid for the renovations.” He whispered back his breath cool against my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. He noticed and returned to his original stance. I could tell he didn’t want me to ask any more questions. And if I did he wouldn’t answer. So I turned back to face the front of the classroom.
Mr. O’Connell began teaching and I sank into a dreamlike state. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at Jonathon and saw that he was looking at me too. It was as if our eyes were drawn to each other. I smiled, blushed, and looked away. I had never before been so fully affected by a person as I was by Jonathon Pulmer. It was as if he had some kind of magnetic pull over me.
When class was over I stood and stretched. I was still exhausted from the move. Jonathon asked, “What do you have next?”
“Science with Ms. Cappet,” I answered.
He groaned and then gave me a small smile. I quirked my brow in question. “We don’t have that class together.”
I blushed and gathered up my books. Was it even remotely possible that this god-like creature had feelings for me? I was normal, nothing special, but the way he looked at me made me feel like a princess.
He led me to class and we kept up polite conversation along the way.
“My class is right here,” he said pointing to the door next to the one he said was my classroom. “I’ll see you after class,” Jonathon said grinning.
I opened the door to the classroom and found it practically full already. A few stragglers coming in behind me. The teacher was young, she didn’t look any older than twenty-five, and had her hair tamed back in a severe bun. Wire rimmed glasses were perched on the end of her nose giving her the look of a librarian.
I introduced myself and then Ms. Cappet put me next to a boy named Isaac. He was nice but quiet. I knew we’d get along well.
When I left the classroom Jonathon was waiting for me, leaning against the wall looking dreamy. He was twirling a pencil between his long chalk white fingers so fast it was a blur. When he saw me he stuck it behind his ear. A smile broke out across his face when he saw me like I was the air and he needed me to breathe.
“Where to next?” he asked, still leaning against the wall.
I rattled off the name of the teacher, Mrs. Fisher.
“I have her too. But I might have to do some rearranging.” I looked at him dumbfounded so he added, “There isn’t an empty seat next to me so I’ll have to use my charm to get her to put you next to me and knowing who my uncle is she probably won’t refuse. Plus, I’m extremely charming.” He looked down at me unleashing the devastating gaze of his eyes and his smile. I had no doubt that he could get Mrs. Fisher to change her mind about the seating arrangement. All he had to do is give her that look and she would be jelly in his hands. The poor woman didn’t stand a chance.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Part of it probably had to do with having all my classes except one, Science, with Jonathon. We were walking to his car smiling and laughing like old friends. I felt like I had known him my whole life. It was as if he filled a void in me that I hadn’t known I was missing until now. He opened the passenger car door for me ever the gentleman. He had even held the cafeteria door open for me.