it's best to keep it quiet."
"Fine. It isn't like I was going to wander up to them at school and tell them that I know all about them," I said sarcastically, causing him to smile.
For a few moments his eyes held mine.
"See you at school," he said, and then he turned and left.
He was barely out of the front door before Anne was in front of me, wanting details.
"He is such a nice boy," she said, and I rolled my eyes.
He was anything but nice. Hot, anger provoking, more than human, but not nice.
"Did he really just come by to get notes?" she asked and I realized for the first time how perceptive she was.
She gave me a knowing smile when I hesitated.
"Yes," I said quickly, not wanting to give her the wrong impression. "He came over to get some of my English notes."
"Really?"
I narrowed my eyes at what she was suggesting. "There isn't anything. He and I are never going to happen." Hopefully that was the end of the conversation.
"I saw the way he looked at you." She wasn't letting go.
I gave up. Nothing I said was going to convince her otherwise. I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before I watched her walk to the back yard to continue with her gardening. I still didn't know how anybody found putting their hands into dirt relaxing.
My phone started to ring and I went into the living room to retrieve it from the coffee table.
"Hi," I answered.
"Hi," Kennedy greeted before getting straight to the point. "So what happened last night?" she asked. There was no beating around the bush.
I held my breath for a moment, trying to organize my lie.
"He kissed me," I lied. We'd nearly kissed, and then he'd pulled away. Anger flared in my veins when I remembered my reaction to him. Douchebag!
"Wow!" she squealed, and I rolled my eyes. "That's great! Did he kiss well?" she asked.
I wanted to tell her that he was a lousy kisser, but she wouldn't believe that. Looks weren't everything. It didn't matter how hot he was, he was still a douchebag.
"Yeah."
"Are you going to see him again?" she asked with bated breath.
"I'm not sure," I replied, hating the fact that I'd been pushed into a situation where I had to lie.
We talked for a few more minutes before we said our goodbyes and I promised I'd give her more details on Monday when we were back at school.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. My house was starting to feel like a train station. I opened the door and Stacy bounded in with my overnight duffel bag and jacket from last night in her hands.
"I want all the details," she said excitedly as she dragged me to my room. "I want to know everything. Don't leave a thing out."
She sat expectantly on my bed.
"It was nothing."
"Nothing? You went home with Jared Walker! That's not nothing." She made it sound like I had gone home with some celebrity and not just a guy from our school.
"We kissed and made out. And that was about it." I saw from the expression on her face that I hadn't given her enough details.
"How was it?"
"It was okay," I replied, unsure of how to describe it. How could I describe a kiss that hadn't actually happened? In reality there had only been an almost-kiss to prove a point. Asshole!
Stacy sat there and blinked.
"Just okay?" she asked. My description was clearly not living up to his reputation.
"It was great. He was a good kisser," I lied as well as I could. Stacy smiled, happy with my answer.
"So are you guys, like, together or was it just a one-off thing?" she prodded. I didn't have an answer to that question. He'd just said to tell people that we hooked up, he hadn't said anything about an ongoing thing. Problem solved.
"I think it was really only a one-time thing."
"You're so lucky," she gushed. "He's never been seen with a girl other than Felicity. So the rumors are wrong, if he's hooking up with you?" She looked at me for confirmation.
"Apparently." I felt a knot in my stomach. Felicity. I hadn't really thought this whole situation through. Although Jared insisted that there was nothing going
"Fine. It isn't like I was going to wander up to them at school and tell them that I know all about them," I said sarcastically, causing him to smile.
For a few moments his eyes held mine.
"See you at school," he said, and then he turned and left.
He was barely out of the front door before Anne was in front of me, wanting details.
"He is such a nice boy," she said, and I rolled my eyes.
He was anything but nice. Hot, anger provoking, more than human, but not nice.
"Did he really just come by to get notes?" she asked and I realized for the first time how perceptive she was.
She gave me a knowing smile when I hesitated.
"Yes," I said quickly, not wanting to give her the wrong impression. "He came over to get some of my English notes."
"Really?"
I narrowed my eyes at what she was suggesting. "There isn't anything. He and I are never going to happen." Hopefully that was the end of the conversation.
"I saw the way he looked at you." She wasn't letting go.
I gave up. Nothing I said was going to convince her otherwise. I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before I watched her walk to the back yard to continue with her gardening. I still didn't know how anybody found putting their hands into dirt relaxing.
My phone started to ring and I went into the living room to retrieve it from the coffee table.
"Hi," I answered.
"Hi," Kennedy greeted before getting straight to the point. "So what happened last night?" she asked. There was no beating around the bush.
I held my breath for a moment, trying to organize my lie.
"He kissed me," I lied. We'd nearly kissed, and then he'd pulled away. Anger flared in my veins when I remembered my reaction to him. Douchebag!
"Wow!" she squealed, and I rolled my eyes. "That's great! Did he kiss well?" she asked.
I wanted to tell her that he was a lousy kisser, but she wouldn't believe that. Looks weren't everything. It didn't matter how hot he was, he was still a douchebag.
"Yeah."
"Are you going to see him again?" she asked with bated breath.
"I'm not sure," I replied, hating the fact that I'd been pushed into a situation where I had to lie.
We talked for a few more minutes before we said our goodbyes and I promised I'd give her more details on Monday when we were back at school.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. My house was starting to feel like a train station. I opened the door and Stacy bounded in with my overnight duffel bag and jacket from last night in her hands.
"I want all the details," she said excitedly as she dragged me to my room. "I want to know everything. Don't leave a thing out."
She sat expectantly on my bed.
"It was nothing."
"Nothing? You went home with Jared Walker! That's not nothing." She made it sound like I had gone home with some celebrity and not just a guy from our school.
"We kissed and made out. And that was about it." I saw from the expression on her face that I hadn't given her enough details.
"How was it?"
"It was okay," I replied, unsure of how to describe it. How could I describe a kiss that hadn't actually happened? In reality there had only been an almost-kiss to prove a point. Asshole!
Stacy sat there and blinked.
"Just okay?" she asked. My description was clearly not living up to his reputation.
"It was great. He was a good kisser," I lied as well as I could. Stacy smiled, happy with my answer.
"So are you guys, like, together or was it just a one-off thing?" she prodded. I didn't have an answer to that question. He'd just said to tell people that we hooked up, he hadn't said anything about an ongoing thing. Problem solved.
"I think it was really only a one-time thing."
"You're so lucky," she gushed. "He's never been seen with a girl other than Felicity. So the rumors are wrong, if he's hooking up with you?" She looked at me for confirmation.
"Apparently." I felt a knot in my stomach. Felicity. I hadn't really thought this whole situation through. Although Jared insisted that there was nothing going
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