Mia Anderson

Jordan William. The smart and handsome blonde boy the captain of football team of our school and most popular boy. In short, the dream boy of most the girls in our school. I bend down to pick my bag that fell down due to my fault. Jordan picked my bag before me and handed it to me and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry,my fault." he spoke softly while running his hand to his hair and looking at me with a smile. It was not his fault but I think he doesn't need to know that. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Ofcourse, it's your fault." I spoke teasingly and smiled back at him. He laughed at my statement and shook his hand. What is so amusing about my sentence? Is he okay? I looked at him with a eyebrow raised and frown on my face.

"You are really funny. You know?" he replied back and wiped the invisible tears formed in her eyes. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Oh really. Please elaborate." I requested him in a sarcastic tone and motioned through my hand to elaborate further to him. He cleared his throat and stood straight so that he towered over me as he was obviously taller than me. He placed his one hand in his pocket and other on the locker near him.

"You should have said 'it's my fault not yours' instead of this. You know?" he replied with sarcasm dripping in his voice. Oh. Is it like this. Let's teach Mr.Popular a little lesson. I copied his actions and put my one hand in my pocket and other resting on near locked beside me.

"Is it like that. I am sorry but I don't lie." I spoke back with equal sarcasm in my voice. His eyes sparkled in amusement and surprise a he leaned forward towards me and tilted his head so he is at my eye level.

"Oh, my bad than I guess?" he asked in a childish tone and his lips curled up in a smirk. I clenched my fist tightly. But soon I relaxed and smiled back and as expected his smile turned to a confused one.

"Yep, it's your bad. But nevermind I don't hold any grudges." I spoke and waved my hand in air as if dismissing his question. I grinned when I saw how his amusement turned to confusion and then to embarassment. I made a 'tch' voice and straightened myself. Suddenly, Jordan pulled himself forward and towards me. I stepped back to maintain a distance between us but as I stepped back he stepped forward till my back touched the locker behind me. He tilted his head and move towards me and gently pulled my face towards him. He hummed and continued to observe my face. I became concious and tried to pull back but he didn't stop caging my body between him and the locker. His breath tingled on my face as I pushed him back by placing my hands on his chest. He removed his hands from my face and caught my wrists and held it to his chest and looked me in the eyes. Woah, he is really stupid and idiot.

"Leave me " I ordered him and wiggled my hands to free from his grip. He just shook his head and tightened his grip on my wrists. I was really uncomfortable in his gaze and the fact that he is enjoying watching me squirm under him is not at all helping. And to add more my sister has entered the building with Taylor on her side and is watching me like other's in corridor. Great, now she will take it in a wrong way.

"What are you doing? Leave me students are watching us.", I hissed in a low voice and tried to move away from his grip. He smirked and shook his head. What the heck? Has he lost his mind and his voice? Ugh, the nerve of this boy.

"What is your name?", he asked. Like I will tell him. Ha, who does he think he is to ask me my name.
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