through Jordan's front door had seemed oddly caring. Nurturing even. And definitely in control. Contrary to what I'd always believed, she did not look like she was about to eat her young.
I'm not going to lie, I was pretty damn happy to see her too. Which trust me, is a first. Because I have never been happy to see that old bat. Like ever. I may have to actually stop mentally referring to her as such in my head. But I don't want to make any hasty decisions right now, so I'll just continue to mull that one over for the time being. This girl is completely turning my world upside down and inside out.
"I know you're not happy about moving here, but at least you're not alone anymore. That has to be worth something, right?"
And I don't just mean Ms. Fisk either. Jordan may not realize it yet but she has me too. I take a deep breath as that thought settles within me. Yeah, she has me too.
For a long moment, she’s silent. It’s as if she’s mulling over my words before saying quietly, "I think I should probably head home now."
"Are you sure?" Because honestly, I just want to keep her here with me. Even if I am freezing my ass off. I've never felt this way before. Not the ass freezing part, the other. Usually there's only so much time I want to spend with a chick. After a while, I start feeling claustrophobic- like I'd rather chew my own arm off to get away rather than hang around with them any longer. I can't ever imagine feeling that way about Jordan. In fact, I feel the complete opposite when I'm around her. Like I just can't get enough of her. And we're not even fooling around... we're like, talking .
Yep, mind totally blown right now.
She gives me a brief smile. "Yeah."
"So, we're on for tomorrow then?"
"It's a date."
I perk up at that. "Is it? Well, hot damn!" See? I knew that all this conversing was going to pay off in the end.
Her eyes narrow. "Didn't we talk about this already? I thought we both agreed to keep this friendship strictly platonic."
"Nah," I shake my head, "I don't remember agreeing to that. Do you have that in writing somewhere?" I give her my best panty-dropper smile.
Her eyes narrow even further. As if that's possible. "I seem to recall you agreeing. Verbally ."
"How about we renegotiate the terms of our friendship?"
Huffing out a breath, she rolls her eyes. "I'm almost afraid to ask what you have in mind."
"How about we make things interesting-"
"As if being with you is ever dull," she cuts in dryly.
"Baby, you have no idea." I wiggle my eyebrows until the edges of her lips are tipping upwards again. Damn if something doesn't tighten within me. She has a gorgeous smile. And for some reason, all I want to do is make her smile. I think I would actually stand on my head if she would just give me a little smile.
"Oh, I have a very good idea." She puts a hand on my chest as if to restrain me. "Just get to the negotiation part of this little banter, please."
"How about if I score an 80% on my next English Lit test, you agree to go out on a date with me?"
"Make that a 95% and you have yourself a deal."
Now it's my turn to narrow my eyes. "What about," I'd like to say that douche bag hoser boyfriend of yours , but I don't, "Hartley?" See how mature I can be? Impressive, I know.
Her lips slide upwards. "Oh please, I'm not actually worried about this date-thing happening."
"Don't have too much faith in your tutoring abilities, do you?"
That wipes the smile right off her face. "I'm an excellent tutor."
"Well, we'll just have to see about that after Wednesday's test, now won't we?" I grin in response.
Her brows lower over darkening eyes. "I guess we will. This is kind of a lose-lose situation for me, now isn't it?"
"Most girls wouldn't see it that way." Honestly, I can't think of one single girl on the planet who would see it that way. But I'll just keep that little nugget of information to myself for the time being. She already thinks I'm
I'm not going to lie, I was pretty damn happy to see her too. Which trust me, is a first. Because I have never been happy to see that old bat. Like ever. I may have to actually stop mentally referring to her as such in my head. But I don't want to make any hasty decisions right now, so I'll just continue to mull that one over for the time being. This girl is completely turning my world upside down and inside out.
"I know you're not happy about moving here, but at least you're not alone anymore. That has to be worth something, right?"
And I don't just mean Ms. Fisk either. Jordan may not realize it yet but she has me too. I take a deep breath as that thought settles within me. Yeah, she has me too.
For a long moment, she’s silent. It’s as if she’s mulling over my words before saying quietly, "I think I should probably head home now."
"Are you sure?" Because honestly, I just want to keep her here with me. Even if I am freezing my ass off. I've never felt this way before. Not the ass freezing part, the other. Usually there's only so much time I want to spend with a chick. After a while, I start feeling claustrophobic- like I'd rather chew my own arm off to get away rather than hang around with them any longer. I can't ever imagine feeling that way about Jordan. In fact, I feel the complete opposite when I'm around her. Like I just can't get enough of her. And we're not even fooling around... we're like, talking .
Yep, mind totally blown right now.
She gives me a brief smile. "Yeah."
"So, we're on for tomorrow then?"
"It's a date."
I perk up at that. "Is it? Well, hot damn!" See? I knew that all this conversing was going to pay off in the end.
Her eyes narrow. "Didn't we talk about this already? I thought we both agreed to keep this friendship strictly platonic."
"Nah," I shake my head, "I don't remember agreeing to that. Do you have that in writing somewhere?" I give her my best panty-dropper smile.
Her eyes narrow even further. As if that's possible. "I seem to recall you agreeing. Verbally ."
"How about we renegotiate the terms of our friendship?"
Huffing out a breath, she rolls her eyes. "I'm almost afraid to ask what you have in mind."
"How about we make things interesting-"
"As if being with you is ever dull," she cuts in dryly.
"Baby, you have no idea." I wiggle my eyebrows until the edges of her lips are tipping upwards again. Damn if something doesn't tighten within me. She has a gorgeous smile. And for some reason, all I want to do is make her smile. I think I would actually stand on my head if she would just give me a little smile.
"Oh, I have a very good idea." She puts a hand on my chest as if to restrain me. "Just get to the negotiation part of this little banter, please."
"How about if I score an 80% on my next English Lit test, you agree to go out on a date with me?"
"Make that a 95% and you have yourself a deal."
Now it's my turn to narrow my eyes. "What about," I'd like to say that douche bag hoser boyfriend of yours , but I don't, "Hartley?" See how mature I can be? Impressive, I know.
Her lips slide upwards. "Oh please, I'm not actually worried about this date-thing happening."
"Don't have too much faith in your tutoring abilities, do you?"
That wipes the smile right off her face. "I'm an excellent tutor."
"Well, we'll just have to see about that after Wednesday's test, now won't we?" I grin in response.
Her brows lower over darkening eyes. "I guess we will. This is kind of a lose-lose situation for me, now isn't it?"
"Most girls wouldn't see it that way." Honestly, I can't think of one single girl on the planet who would see it that way. But I'll just keep that little nugget of information to myself for the time being. She already thinks I'm
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