Tangled Love

I remain behind after class to catch up on classwork I’ve missed when I hear the door open and shut. I glance up from my papers to see Jake leaning against the door. He simply stood there, his arms folded across his chest as he watches me.

"Are you going to stand there all day and stare at me or actually do something?" My voice trails off with a playful smile on my face.

"I came to tell you to keep the clothes."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I feel slightly taken aback.

"I was going to give them back to you," I tell him quietly. He shakes his head, his lips twitching into a smirk. From across the room I can still make out the sparkle in his cobalt eyes.

"They look better on you."

I feel the blush instantly creep up my neck and onto my cheeks as I stare at my papers, too embarrassed to make eye contact with Jake. My stomach flutters from his words and I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself smiling.

I see Jake walk towards me from the corner of my eye and sit a few seats away from me, swinging his legs on top of the table. My eyes widen at his actions but he appears unfazed as he pulls out his phone from his pockets.

This boy is dangerous and here I am, alone with him.

The silly thing is I don't feel scared. It isn't the same fearful feeling when Trevor is in my presence. I nod slowly to myself.

"It's completely different," I mutter as it dawned on me how petrified I am of Trevor. I mean the man terrifies me.

different?"

"Nothing, never mind. I'm thinking out loud." I explain quietly, hiding my face behind my hair

you do that often?" Jake responds, humour lining his voice. My

when I'm nervous."

"Why do I make you nervous?"

don't." I

"Now you're contradicting yourself Muffin. You told me you only do it when your nervous so why

"Don't call me Muffin."

"I like Muffin, Muffin

for the first time to show him the effect his pet name has on me.

hate

you prefer I call you?"

grow thick between us as we silently stare at one another from one end of the classroom

clearing my throat. I want my

what everyone else calls

"It's kind of my name."

Muffin. It's cute, like

him from under my lashes and when I do, his eyes narrow and the smile on his face vanishes. My heart begins to pick up pace as

heart hammered against my chest as he crouches down, his piercing blue eyes staring straight into