on between him and Felicity, I was pretty sure that she still had a thing for him. My life was getting more and more complicated by the day. One thing was certain: tomorrow was going to be interesting.
Stacy stayed until nearly dinnertime, talking about the previous evening. When I finally changed the conversation away from Jared and myself to her and David, she told me about how much she really liked him but she wasn't sure he felt the same. They both openly flirted with each other, but neither of them seemed brave enough to cross the line and make a move on the other person.
"You're not the shy type, so why haven't you made a move on him yet?" I asked her.
"Normally I'm anything but shy, but with him I am. I'm a little old-fashioned. I want him to make the first move. Just hope I don't die of old age waiting for him," she said and sighed. "I wish he'd drag me away to make out like Jared did with you."
If only she knew that it was a lie and nothing had happened between us. And despite wanting to dislike him, I didn't. There truth was I liked him a lot.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day at school was completely and utterly nerve-wracking. When I arrived at school, everyone stopped and stared at me. They'd all probably heard about Jared and me and they were trying to figure out what Jared saw in me. In their shoes, I'd be contemplating the same. At least that was the only reasonable scenario that I could think of. Unsure of how to deal with all the unwanted attention, I tried to ignore everyone and continue as normal.
Kennedy had wanted more details about Jared and me. Under her curious gaze I lied as well as I could, hoping she, along with Stacy--who was standing beside her with a similar look on her face--would believe me.
"Did it give you butterflies?" Stacy asked with a dreamy expression.
Everything about him except that smug mouth of his gave me the butterflies.
I nodded and she said, "That's so romantic."
And I wanted to roll my eyes. Even though I was pretty sure I was developing a crush on him, it didn't mean I was going to fall at his feet like some lovesick puppy. I remembered how he'd almost kissed me, and that had been anything but romantic. There was no reason to add to the lie that was Jared and me. In a few days everyone would forget about it and move on to something else.
I made my way with Kennedy and Stacy to our first class of the day, which was English. I was nervous as Jared would also be there, and I was still unsure of how to act around him. I decided to ignore him and act like nothing had ever happened. Kennedy and Stacy took their usual seats on either side of me while I nervously tapped my pencil against the desk and tried not to focus on the classroom door. I didn't even have to see him--I wasn't sure how it was possible, but I could feel him as he entered the classroom.
He strolled in casually and walked past me, sitting down behind me. I fidgeted anxiously, feeling the heat of his gaze on the back of my head. I just sat there, unsure as to whether I should greet him or just ignore him. It felt like the easier option was to keep my eyes fixed in front of me. It also didn't help that Stacy and Kennedy kept looking back at him during the lesson. I was about to walk out with my friends as the bell sounded when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I paused, gulping at the feel of familiar fingers on my skin, and turned to see Jared holding my wrist.
"Hi," he said, looking intently at me and smiling. His smile made my knees go weak.
Stupid girl , I thought aggressively in my head. Don't let him affect you so much!
But it was like one smile from him turned my insides to mush.
"Hi," I greeted back, almost nervously, and wet my lips with my tongue.
My friends looked at us and then decided to make themselves scarce. They would be drilling me about this later. All the other students had left the classroom already so that left us completely alone. His smile disappeared and he released my wrist.
Stacy stayed until nearly dinnertime, talking about the previous evening. When I finally changed the conversation away from Jared and myself to her and David, she told me about how much she really liked him but she wasn't sure he felt the same. They both openly flirted with each other, but neither of them seemed brave enough to cross the line and make a move on the other person.
"You're not the shy type, so why haven't you made a move on him yet?" I asked her.
"Normally I'm anything but shy, but with him I am. I'm a little old-fashioned. I want him to make the first move. Just hope I don't die of old age waiting for him," she said and sighed. "I wish he'd drag me away to make out like Jared did with you."
If only she knew that it was a lie and nothing had happened between us. And despite wanting to dislike him, I didn't. There truth was I liked him a lot.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day at school was completely and utterly nerve-wracking. When I arrived at school, everyone stopped and stared at me. They'd all probably heard about Jared and me and they were trying to figure out what Jared saw in me. In their shoes, I'd be contemplating the same. At least that was the only reasonable scenario that I could think of. Unsure of how to deal with all the unwanted attention, I tried to ignore everyone and continue as normal.
Kennedy had wanted more details about Jared and me. Under her curious gaze I lied as well as I could, hoping she, along with Stacy--who was standing beside her with a similar look on her face--would believe me.
"Did it give you butterflies?" Stacy asked with a dreamy expression.
Everything about him except that smug mouth of his gave me the butterflies.
I nodded and she said, "That's so romantic."
And I wanted to roll my eyes. Even though I was pretty sure I was developing a crush on him, it didn't mean I was going to fall at his feet like some lovesick puppy. I remembered how he'd almost kissed me, and that had been anything but romantic. There was no reason to add to the lie that was Jared and me. In a few days everyone would forget about it and move on to something else.
I made my way with Kennedy and Stacy to our first class of the day, which was English. I was nervous as Jared would also be there, and I was still unsure of how to act around him. I decided to ignore him and act like nothing had ever happened. Kennedy and Stacy took their usual seats on either side of me while I nervously tapped my pencil against the desk and tried not to focus on the classroom door. I didn't even have to see him--I wasn't sure how it was possible, but I could feel him as he entered the classroom.
He strolled in casually and walked past me, sitting down behind me. I fidgeted anxiously, feeling the heat of his gaze on the back of my head. I just sat there, unsure as to whether I should greet him or just ignore him. It felt like the easier option was to keep my eyes fixed in front of me. It also didn't help that Stacy and Kennedy kept looking back at him during the lesson. I was about to walk out with my friends as the bell sounded when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist. I paused, gulping at the feel of familiar fingers on my skin, and turned to see Jared holding my wrist.
"Hi," he said, looking intently at me and smiling. His smile made my knees go weak.
Stupid girl , I thought aggressively in my head. Don't let him affect you so much!
But it was like one smile from him turned my insides to mush.
"Hi," I greeted back, almost nervously, and wet my lips with my tongue.
My friends looked at us and then decided to make themselves scarce. They would be drilling me about this later. All the other students had left the classroom already so that left us completely alone. His smile disappeared and he released my wrist.
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