Malik (Carter Brother Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

all the full seats. My cheeks flush when I find everyone’s eyes on us and I look back down to the table avoiding them and Malik’s eyes.
    “You’re sitting at my table,’’ He repeats, his dark eyes boring into me, and my assumption from earlier was right, they are closer to black than they are to brown. His voice alone has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on edge, but his eyes have me feeling something else entirely.
    “Yeah, it’s also the only seat that’s left in the classroom as you can see,’’ I snap gesturing around the room getting pissed at him. I hate it when I’m the centre of attention and with everyone staring, as well as Malik causing a scene, it has my defences going up.
    I look back down at my book, trying not to let his presence bother me, but it does. I can smell his spicy cologne and never, and I mean never, have I ever known a boy to wear cologne before, they don’t usually care for hygiene. Then I make a bigger fool of myself when he sits down next to me. My body automatically leans in towards him, getting a better whiff of his scent.
    “Are you sniffing me?’’ he says on a whisper leaning into me, his face just a breath away.
    My back straightens once I realise how close I am to him, my face reddening from the mortification of what I just got caught doing. Only I could do something so embarrassing with the hottest lad I’ve ever laid eyes on. And he is. The hottest lad I mean.
    Way to go Harlow; talk about making a fool out of yourself Harlow, I scold myself.
    “So, you smell me like I’m the best cooked meal you’ve smelt in years, and then go all shy on me. Tell me, how do I smell?’’ Malik whispers huskily, adding to my embarrassment some more.
    “Like McDonalds,’’ I lie, not wanting to tell him he smells really fucking good. My face is still on fire and I’m hoping my long brown hair is doing enough to hide that from him. Then he leans into me and I hear him inhale deeply making me snap my head around to him horrified. The quick movement brings us nearly mouth to mouth; another move forward and my lips would be locked with his. The thought has shivers racing up my spine before I quickly come to my senses and move back.
    “What are you doing?’’ I shriek, getting the attention of everyone in the room including the teacher.
    “Smelling you love. You smell fucking good too,’’ he grins, showing me his straight white teeth.
    Everyone in the classroom laughs, and the teacher tells them to settle down, but his eyes never leave mine, sending my stomach into a tailspin. God his eyes are so freaking intense. I’ve never met anyone like him. Or have anyone affect me to the point I feel like I’m paralyzed.
    “Glad I pass,’’ I mumble, my voice having a slight hitch to it as I look to the front of the class.
    I hear him mumble something under his breath that has me wanting to ask him what he said, but I keep my eyes trained forward. I’m hoping he buys my confident attitude because deep down I’m a crumbling mess, and for some reason, I feel if he knew that he would have a field day.
    “Would you like a picture?’’ I hiss turning to face him.
    “Why, you offering me one?’’ he asks looking surprised.
    “God no, but then, you’ve been staring at me long enough that you wouldn’t need one anyway.’’
    “You’re a little full of yourself aren’t ya love?’’ he says loud enough for people around us to hear.
    “Malik please settle down and leave Miss Evans alone,’’ the teacher says, grabbing the attention of every other student who didn’t catch the first bit to turn around to watch us.
    I tried, and I mean I really tried to concentrate on what the teacher was talking about during the class, but I heard the word equations, inwardly groaned and tuned her out, my attention going to the hot boy sitting next to me. I can feel him now and then staring at me, but because my face is still up in flames I’ve kept my head down to the table