Chapter 51

"What happened to informing us when Scott was home?" I ask Oakley, and the goofy grin she gives me makes me involuntarily smile, the situation we find ourselves in, is suprisingly funny as I can only imagine how we all look right now.

Three people scared of one guy who is thier junior on all accounts, both in age and class, and yet his silence Is enough to make us all cringe.

I stop my laughter to see Oakley has continued eating whatever was on her plate. "You still have the guts to eat after what you've done?" I ask and she gives me a knowing smile, like I would also abandon my food just to keep in worrying about what Scott would do to me. I have to admit she's right, once I've started eating, I'm a whole different person, and nothing can stop me.

"How do we fix this?" Eras asks and i can see the genuine concern in his voice. He must feel bad that Scott seems to look terribly sad because of him, and I just love that adorable look on his face.  High school boys are basically divided into three groups. The good boys, the bad boys, and the neutrals. There is a literal whole rooms worth of handsome guys in these there categories but I'm pretty sure Eras is the only one of his kind that I'd seen so far.

He had the looks of a superstar, a really handsome superstar, that had the most amazing smile and the pearliest white teeth and for some reason who I would always catch stealing glances at me.

But unlike other boys who seem to think they're too hot for this world, Eras had a sort of calm to him. A calm that draws me to him no matter how hard I try to stay away. He looks like the sort of person I could simply run away with, and live in the trunk of his Bugatti for a while, then have six kids and three rabbits then move into our own mansion........, Wait what the hell am I thinking of, kids, seriously.

Eras seems to catch the way my expressions change rapidly and he laughs revealing the sharp white canines that made me think of him in the first place. I groan and move over to cover his face with my handa as I cover mine with the other "I need to stop tripping over this boy" I mumble to myself but his delighted giggle makes the breath on my hand warm as his breath comes into contact with my skin.

The way a particularly nasty thought enters my head makes my cheeks flow red hot with blood, and I feel like shaking Eras by the shoulders and telling him to stop making me feel this way. I'm not ready to fall in love at this moment. It's barely been a week since my last breakup.

I end up seeing him off to the car and sending him home, with a wierd longing for him to be back already. I walk back in as I sigh. Time to deal with Scott.