Opposites Attract (On-Hold) by Chloe Knox (reading books for 5 year olds .txt) 📖

walked over to his desk. I flipped through the scattered papers, glancing over each one briefly. And every single drawing was dark, morbid, abstract, and all about death, “You…you’re really obsessed with death, hu?”
Zane shrugged and offered what was supposed to be a smile, but turned out being a sad half-smile. Then Zane looked down at my hands, and his eyes grew wide, his smile quickly disappearing. He took a step toward me, to grab whatever was in my hand. I was able to grab the paper before he could, “So why are you suddenly so scared for me to look at your art, hu?” I teased and giggled, but then froze when I actually looked, like really looked at the drawing in my hands…
…it was of a girl. Her light eyes were slightly narrowed, and a big smile caressed her lips. She had high cheekbones, and a turned up nose. Her long straight hair was pulled up into a loose bun; some strands were draped across her face and flowing away from her body making it apparent that her hair was blowing in the wind. The girl wasn’t particularly beautiful in my opinion, but she looked happy confident, extremely familiar…“Zane? Is this—“
“Yeah.” He said quickly looking a little embarrassed. I could have sworn I even saw his cheeks turn a quick shade of pink.
I smiled genuinely surprised, “You drew me? You drew an actual picture…of me?”
Zane sighed, seeming extremely embarrassed now. He couldn’t stop fidgeting, and shuffling his weight. Finally after a good moment of me staring at the picture he tore it from my hands. I winced, “Okay, that’s enough.”
I giggled, “When did you draw that?”
“Does it really matter?”
“No, I just wanted to know.” I said in a mocking tone.
Zane sighed and rolled his eyes as he folded up the drawing and shoved it in his back pocket, “Two years ago, at the local pool. I had saw you with Lucy over the summer.”
“Seen,” I corrected with a smile.
“Whatever.”
I giggled, “So…are you going to tell me why you drew it?”
“No.”
“Why? If you do, will you have to kill me?”
“No.”
“Can you answer me in a full sentence?”
“Sure.”
“That’s not a full sentence.”
“Whatever.”
I laughed and casually walked past him, pretending to look at the other drawings. But what I really wanted to look at was the drawing of me. Words can’t even describe how flattered I felt, and how cute and sweet I thought it was…it might be selfish of me, but I wanted it. I wanted to keep it…but it looked like if I wanted it, I’d have to sneak it from him. But I’m not that good at being sneaky, maybe I can bribe him or something?
Quickly, before he turned around I reached my hand into his back pocket and grabbed the picture, “Whoa! What are you—hey! Give that back!”
I ignored him, and as I squealed like a little girl, ran out of the room into the living room.
“Ashley! Give it back!”
“No.” I said with a smile as I ran around to one side of the coffee table in front of the couch. Zane stood on the other side blocking my every attempt at escape.
“Can I keep it?”
“What?”
“Can I keep it? The drawing?”
“What? No!”
“Please!” I begged as I hopped up and down like a bubbly idiot.
“Ashley, I—oh, you think you’re slick, huh?”
I giggled incessantly as I ran around one side of the coffee table, but Zane easily blocked my escape simply by taking a step to the side, so I hoped over the coffee table, and tried to run past him. Zane wasn’t that easily confused though, and he with ease was able to grab me before I ran out from reach, “Zane stop!” I yelped and laughed as I tried to wiggle free from his grasp.
“Nope! Give the drawing back, Ashley!”
“Let me go!” I said and then jumped toward him, making him lose his balance. He’d have to let me go to keep from face planting into the hard floor, right?
Wrong!
We ended up tripping over each other, and before I knew it, I was lying on my back on his couch. Zane was lying on top of me, his waist resting in between my slightly parted legs. Our lips were only inches apart, and both of us were panting…it’s one of those odd situations that you see in romance movies all the time, you know? The kind of situation that seems too stupid and cliché to be an accident?
…that’s where I was…
“Please,” I whispered as I looked into Zane’s florescent brown eyes, and then to the long curl of his brown lashes, to his jaw, to his lips; his beautifully sculpted lips, “Please,” I whispered again only this time, I wasn’t even sure myself whether I was talking about the picture, or if I was begging for another kiss…the one he had promised me.
Zane swallowed hard, and nodded vigorously, “Yeah, okay,” before closing the few inches of space in between us…at least attempting to…
Our lips brushed, but before I could even think of kissing him back, the front door swung open, and an unfamiliar voice called out, “I’m home, bro! Where you at?”
Zane quickly fumbled to get off me, before his guest walked in, and ended up falling off the couch. With a loud thud, his back smacked onto the floor making him groan. I tried to hide my amusement, but failed miserably.
“Hey! What you doing on the…” A young kid in skinny jeans walked into the living room and stared from me, to his brother, and then back to me. It was the kid from the last night in the store’s parking lot, it was Zane’s little brother.
The kid looked surprised at first, but then laughed, “So Zane, didn’t get enough last night?”


Chapter Twelve

“I heard you broke up with Josh…you okay?” Lucy asked as we walked into drawing class.
I stole a quick look at Zane, and saw him at our usual drawing table dressed in baggy jeans, a t-shirt, and boots—only his boots weren’t resting on the table. Instead, where he usually and casually rests his feet was a blank sheet of white sketching paper. In between his fingers was a 3H pencil, and he was tapping the eraser of it briskly against the table, making the most annoying tapping sound.
It was almost impossible to hide my smile, “I’m perfect.”

“So I see you’ve gotten a bit farther on my face. It’s really coming along!” I said as I took my seat next to Zane.
Zane looked up at me, then at my blank paper, and smiled, “Yeah, almost as gorgeous as that handsome fellow.”
I snickered, and then we fell into silence.
It wasn’t awkward, but for some unknown reason we both found it amusing.
Every now and then from the corner of my eyes, I’d see Zane looking at me, so I’d turn my head to face him. He’d quickly glance away, and we’d both laugh. This small cycle repeated over and over for the whole class, till the bell rang.
“Well, uh…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Zane said with an amused smirk.
“Yeah…okay…bye,” I mumbled as he turned around and walked out of the classroom.
“Yo! What happened to those lady balls you were growing?” Lucy growled in my ear as she pushed me, surprising me to the point where I nearly tripped over my own feet.
“What? What’d you mean?”
“Go ask the guy out already!”
“What? No!”
“Then at least ask him to sit with us at lunch!”
“No!”
“Why not!”
I sighed abruptly feeling annoyed and irritated, “Do you seriously think a guy like Zane is going to want to sit at a small table overflowing with girls?”
“To be with you? YES!”
I rolled my eyes, grabbed my books, and walked to my next class by myself.

I wanted to talk to Zane, ask him to hang out (code for go out with me), but the more I thought about everything, the more I doubted myself.
This? Me and Zane? It never should have happened! And it only happened because I kissed him…maybe that’s all he wants. He seems like the type of guy that prefers physical relationships versus emotional ones, and there’s plenty of rumors and evidence to prove that theory. Plus, I’m not that type of girl! I’m a virgin, like full out pure virgin. The worst thing I’ve ever done is tongue. And that wasn’t even with Josh, a guy I dated for over two years! Josh hasn’t even ever seen me in my nighties let alone my bra and underwear! How can a girl like me keep a guy like Zane interested? It’s plain and simple…
…I CAN’T!
Did I like his kisses? Hell yeah!
Did I want to be in a “relationship” with him? Hell yeah! But that was before I had thought about all this…was I thinking too much about this? Maybe he isn’t that type of guy…oh who am I kidding? There are so many rumors! So many that literally no one can ignore them. I’m surprised the teacher’s haven’t done anything about it…could they though? I don’t think they’re supposed to—Oh! My! God! Could I be anymore off topic? How did I go from Zane to what teachers are allowed to do? Why am I still thinking about this? Oh gosh, focus! Focus Ashley!
I set my lunch tray on the table and sighed glad that I could just hang out with my girl friends and relax…God boys are so complicated!
“Hey!”
“Hey!” I replied back…and then froze!
No! NO! NOOOOOOOOO! COME ONE LUCY! YOU DIDN’T!
Knocked completely out of my thoughts, I turned my no longer vacant eyes, to the brown ones sitting in the chair next to mine, “What are you doing here?”
“Lucy invited me. You got a problem with that?”
“Do you’ve got,” I corrected.
“Well then, do you’ve got a problem with that?”
I opened my mouth about to say exactly what I thought (meaning: Yes, I have a BIG problem with it) but then Lucy glared at me from the other end of the small circular lunch table.
“Um...no, not at all.”
“Then it’s settled.” Zane said with one of those devilish smiles, “So, would you mind introducing me to your lovely friends?”
It was something so obviously cheesy to say, yet there my friends were, all bubbly with girly goofy smiles. I rolled my eyes and pointed to the red-head, “That’s Christa, the blonde is Gina, and you know Lucy.”
“Well Christa, Gina, it’s nice to meet you and Lucy...” Zane trailed off for a moment as he looked up and down Lucy’s figure, “I see you’re not wearing yellow.”
Or in other words, I’ve noticed today you’re wearing a baggy t-shirt and not a tight polo that shows off the lovely lady lumps! God, he was such an ass! He has to be aware of what he’s doing!
I could feel