6SUNFLOWERS ALWAYS FACE THE SUN
He was tall, buff and completely naked.
She had accidently splashed paint on him.
He smirked. He was used to girls becoming clumsy in his presence. He looked in her direction ready to turn on the charm that would make even the flies in the room keel over. Maybe whoever she was would make it up to him later.
She loathed that smirk and what it represented in guys like him. She summoned every scrap of confidence within her determined to bring him down a few levels from his metaphorical podium (not the actual one he was posing so pompously on…)
He took it all in. The baggy mis-matched clothes, messy hair and bright red glasses teetering upon her nose. A particularly wretched specimen if ever he saw one.
She gained a strength to her voice as she went on. "Oh I'm sorry, did I splash paint on you? The banana over there in the fruit bowl distracted me. It's a pretty big banana isn't it? And I do love big yellow things."
He did something then he never did as her eyes moved boldly downwards. He blushed.
She grinned a grin the size of an actual banana and went back to her painting as if nothing had happened.
He cursed under his breath, girls never made him blush! He made a point of ignoring her for the rest of the class which was an easy task for him. Manipulation of women in general was what he was good at.
She couldn't believe she'd actually done that! She'd enjoyed making a guy like him turn a shade so red it would ruin the others' paintings.
He actually did look back towards her once or twice, and each time he did she always had a silly grin plastered on her face and as she caught his eyes she chuckled behind a yellow, paint-stained hand.
A/N: So he sounds like an asshole right?
This is yet another first chapter I've started - I just keep getting more ideas in my head. It's all your guys great writing out there that inspires me to!
I definitely will be finishing all stories I start! Eventually!
OK, All for now xx