Free Chaotic (Imperfect Perfection) by C.A. Williams

class was in and headed towards the middle section. This had
to be my biggest class yet; it was only partially filled and looked to hold at
least two hundred students. I felt my heel catch someone’s bag in front of me
as I made my way to a seat and plummeted forward, almost kissing the ground
before an arm snaked around my waist and stood me upright.
    A pair of amused gray eyes stared
casually back at me as I glared down at him. “You! What the hell is your
problem? Are you working some kind of voodoo magic so I’m always falling into
your waiting arms?”
    “Seriously? Maybe we just have some
kind of connection. It’s not my fault you’re a bit of a klutz. I certainly
don’t mind catching you though.” Justin continued to stare back at me as I
stood there, anger bubbling up in my chest at his nonchalant attitude. I turned
to find another seat far, far away from him, but he stopped me, grabbing onto
my elbow. “C’mon, Della. Can’t we at least be friends? I promise I won’t
bite…yet,” he added with a smirk as I hesitantly turned around.
    The professor walked to the front
of the room, setting down his briefcase, as I reluctantly plopped down into the
seat next to him. I couldn’t help but notice the line of at least five girls
sitting on the other side of him who all looked to be dissecting me with their
eyes. All probably wondering why Justin was paying so much attention to me,
over them. I really had no clue, but I didn’t care. He probably considered it
some sort of game since I wasn’t being very cooperative.
    I tried to concentrate as the
professor went over what we would be doing for the semester but it proved
difficult with Justin sitting next to me. He seemed to not be able to sit still,
and his body kept inching closer and closer to mine. My whole body was tense
with the closeness, so when the professor ended class, I practically jumped out
of my seat, heading for the doors.
    “Damn, I’ve never met a girl in a
hurry to get away from me before. I think I kind of like it.” I didn’t turn
around, just kept walking, but I could feel the closeness of his body keeping
up with my quick pace. “So, think you want to be study buddies? I have my own
place, so it would work out perfectly. I’m sure we could do all kinds of studying;
you’re an excellent subject.”
    I glanced over quickly to see his
eyes roving every inch of my body and came to an abrupt stop. “Look, I don’t know
what game you’re playing, but I don’t want any part of it. So just forget me
and move onto the next one. Really, I’m a waste of your time. Because this,” I
motioned my hands between the two of us, trying my hardest to keep a straight
face as he gave me a twisted smirk, “is not going to happen.”
    “What ever you say, Della,” he
backed up a few steps, holding his hands up in defeat. “Just know that I don’t
give up that easily. Ever.”
                                                                              
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    “Would you mind setting the table,
Della? I just have a few last minute things to finish up and supper should be
ready in no time.”
    “Sure, Grams.” I pulled out three
place settings and began laying them out on the dining room table. My first week
of school was complete and had gone as smoothly as expected, I guess.
Strangely, Justin had left me alone for the most part and seemed to be moving
on from his infatuation with me.
    Every time I saw him there was a
different girl perched on his lap or wrapped around his body. Honestly, it made
me a little sick to see those girls throwing themselves at him. Sure, he was
practically sex on a stick. He oozed manliness and trouble; it was something
you could sense as soon as he walked into the room. But didn’t those girls have
any self-respect?
    A knock on the door broke me out of
my thoughts of Justin, which was probably a good thing, and I ran to get it.
Nash