risk of seeing Liza and the entire night would have been ruined.”
Amber scoffs. “Okay, April you have got to get over this whole Liza obsession. You can’t think every guy you like is going to up and leave you for her. Not all guys are that big of a douche bag.”
I don’t have an obsession with Liza and I have seen guys turn into babbling idiots around her. Guys who I liked and who claimed to like me too would take one look at her and act like I didn’t exists so how can I not be nervous about it happening with Jamie?
“I know, that’s what Jamie said, but I didn’t want to risk it,” I reply as I slide back onto my feet.
I pull out my phone and check the time. We only have a minute before the bell and Mrs. Honor isn’t the most understanding when it comes to tardiness. I have no idea what Jamie is thinking and all I want to do is talk to my best friends about it so I don’t lose my mind.
“Shit, the bell is about to ring,” Amber says staring at her phone. “Just tell me quickly, was there a goodnight kiss? Or any kind of a kiss, other than one you’d give your own father?”
I shake my head. “That’s a bad sign, right? If he wanted a second date or wanted to be with me he would have kissed me right?”
Amber shrugs. “I guess you’ll find out. Now get to class before Mrs. Honor hangs you for being late,” Amber shouts as she bolts down the hallway toward Mr. Claymore’s classroom.
I wave her off like I would bat a fly and watch as Damian Webber and Mitchell Harper race Amber to class. They probably lost track of time because they were busy making out in the boys bathroom again. Damian and Mitchell are Perkins High School’s first gay couple that we know of, so the school made it a big thing. Perkins Harbor gets hundreds of tourists every year and many of them happen to be homosexual. We even have a bunch of bars with the gay pride flag plastered in the windows so I’m not sure why Principal Weist insisted on having an assembly about tolerance last year.
“Settle down class,” Mrs. Honor says as I dash into the classroom right as the bell rings. “We have a lot to get through today.”
I’m panting and sweating as I slide into my desk chair and throw my bag on the floor. I can feel his deep blue eyes glued on me already. Jamie. I haven’t looked at him yet but I already know he looks amazing. I allow myself a quick peek and I was right. The alabaster shirt with the sleeves halfway rolled conforms to his body perfectly as though it were designed specifically for him. His charcoal hair is falling over his eyes, and it dances with the breeze that has trickled in from the slightly opened window; his skin is slightly tanned, which reveal the muscle veins on his arms and neck, something that has always been hard for me to resist. I think boys have some kind of sixth sense. Like they know what to do in order to get a girl to do what they want. To drive us crazy enough to beckon to their every whim, if they’re the guys we have our eyes on of course.
Why does he have to be so perfect? Can’t he have one fatal flaw, something that will prevent me from feeling like the Lords of the Riverdance are holding a performance inside my stomach every time I think about him?
“Hey,” Jamie says, leaning toward me.
Okay I totally could have started with that .
“Hey,” I reply without taking my eyes off the front of the room.
“So last night,” Jamie begins in a whisper. “I had a lot of fun.”
I obviously can’t see my reaction but I can feel it burning through my skin and in the weight that has been lifted off my back as I scoot up straight in my chair. I sort of knew he had a good time because when he walked me home and before he kissed me goodnight he had said he had a good time, but hearing it a second time doesn’t hurt.
“You did?” Way to go, April. Way to not sound too pathetic. “I mean I did too.”
“I thought about calling you when I got home but I figured
Amber scoffs. “Okay, April you have got to get over this whole Liza obsession. You can’t think every guy you like is going to up and leave you for her. Not all guys are that big of a douche bag.”
I don’t have an obsession with Liza and I have seen guys turn into babbling idiots around her. Guys who I liked and who claimed to like me too would take one look at her and act like I didn’t exists so how can I not be nervous about it happening with Jamie?
“I know, that’s what Jamie said, but I didn’t want to risk it,” I reply as I slide back onto my feet.
I pull out my phone and check the time. We only have a minute before the bell and Mrs. Honor isn’t the most understanding when it comes to tardiness. I have no idea what Jamie is thinking and all I want to do is talk to my best friends about it so I don’t lose my mind.
“Shit, the bell is about to ring,” Amber says staring at her phone. “Just tell me quickly, was there a goodnight kiss? Or any kind of a kiss, other than one you’d give your own father?”
I shake my head. “That’s a bad sign, right? If he wanted a second date or wanted to be with me he would have kissed me right?”
Amber shrugs. “I guess you’ll find out. Now get to class before Mrs. Honor hangs you for being late,” Amber shouts as she bolts down the hallway toward Mr. Claymore’s classroom.
I wave her off like I would bat a fly and watch as Damian Webber and Mitchell Harper race Amber to class. They probably lost track of time because they were busy making out in the boys bathroom again. Damian and Mitchell are Perkins High School’s first gay couple that we know of, so the school made it a big thing. Perkins Harbor gets hundreds of tourists every year and many of them happen to be homosexual. We even have a bunch of bars with the gay pride flag plastered in the windows so I’m not sure why Principal Weist insisted on having an assembly about tolerance last year.
“Settle down class,” Mrs. Honor says as I dash into the classroom right as the bell rings. “We have a lot to get through today.”
I’m panting and sweating as I slide into my desk chair and throw my bag on the floor. I can feel his deep blue eyes glued on me already. Jamie. I haven’t looked at him yet but I already know he looks amazing. I allow myself a quick peek and I was right. The alabaster shirt with the sleeves halfway rolled conforms to his body perfectly as though it were designed specifically for him. His charcoal hair is falling over his eyes, and it dances with the breeze that has trickled in from the slightly opened window; his skin is slightly tanned, which reveal the muscle veins on his arms and neck, something that has always been hard for me to resist. I think boys have some kind of sixth sense. Like they know what to do in order to get a girl to do what they want. To drive us crazy enough to beckon to their every whim, if they’re the guys we have our eyes on of course.
Why does he have to be so perfect? Can’t he have one fatal flaw, something that will prevent me from feeling like the Lords of the Riverdance are holding a performance inside my stomach every time I think about him?
“Hey,” Jamie says, leaning toward me.
Okay I totally could have started with that .
“Hey,” I reply without taking my eyes off the front of the room.
“So last night,” Jamie begins in a whisper. “I had a lot of fun.”
I obviously can’t see my reaction but I can feel it burning through my skin and in the weight that has been lifted off my back as I scoot up straight in my chair. I sort of knew he had a good time because when he walked me home and before he kissed me goodnight he had said he had a good time, but hearing it a second time doesn’t hurt.
“You did?” Way to go, April. Way to not sound too pathetic. “I mean I did too.”
“I thought about calling you when I got home but I figured
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