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home is just making sure you are safe. I will be doing that, and if you can't handle that then tell me now," he throws my words back at me.
"What will people think when we leave together?" I place one hand on my hip, shutting my locker with the other.
"I don't care. I hope they think I'm taking my girl home," he says sheepishly when he says 'my girl'. I must admit I like the sound of it.
"How many waitresses have you taken home from here over the years?"
Silence, and the worst look of guilt.
"I bet no one thought that y ou were taking your girl home. Don't look guilty either. That's who you are, this is who I am. I can't change you anymore than you can change me."
"So what a re you saying?" Confusion is now one of the many mix of emotions he wears so well on his face.
"That I'm getting home on my own."
"My God woman, you are so ... ugh." His hands are in fists up by his face. "You know what, take the bus, hitchhike, ask British lover boy to take you home. I don't care," he spits, giving me a look of total frustration before he slams out of the room. That went well, Harper .
I'm able to sneak out of t he club with no one seeing me. I make it home safe on the bus and sit on my bed fumbling with my phone. I want to call him. I know he was frustrated, but did he really not care? Before I have a chance to decide whether or not I should call him, my phone rings and I see it is him.
"Hello, " I answer softly.
"I just want to make sure you are home safe," he says in the same soft voice. If I thought his voice was sexy in person, his phone voice is to die for.
"Yes, I am home."
"I'm sorry I said those things. I just don't know how to handle you," he mumbles in the phone.
"I know the feeling." I let out a soft chuckle.
"We are a hot mess, aren't we?" He laughs, making me laugh. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asks after the laughter subsides.
"I need to study for finals."
"What about tomorrow night?"
"Can I let you know tomorrow?" I really have no idea how long I will study for.
"So I need to sit around and wait to see if you have time for me?" Here comes the anger and frustration again.
"No, you can make plans. I just don't know what time I am going to be free. I never said you had to be at my beck and call," I snap. "What would you normally do on a Tuesday night?"
"I don't t hink you want me to answer that," he mumbles. He's right, I don't want to know.
"So if I can't make it , you want to know if you should have a girl lined up just in case." Is this what he is getting at?
"Jesus, Harper , no," he shouts. I have to pull the phone from my ear he says it so loud.
" Okay, Okay, I don't know where we are at right now. Are we exclusive?" I chance the question that I've been dying to know.
"I want to be, don't you?" Yes, yes, yes I do a little victory dance on my bed .
"Of course, as long as you know we are taking it..."
"Slow, yes I know." He is mocking me a little, but it is so cute I let it go.
We talk for about an hour just get ting to know each other better. Well actually, he gets to know me better. Every time I ask him a question about himself or his past, his answers are short and he goes right back to asking me questions.
"I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what's going on." I yawn in the phone and we decide it is time to get off.
"Goodn ight, Petal, dream of me," he says before hanging up the phone. No problem there .
Chapter 10
I go to the Sarhar's in the morning for a little work out before going to the library. I kind of secretly wish to see Liam there. After our talk last night and the way I'm feeling, I can't wait to see him again. He's a no-show though, so I work out in peace.
After I shower at the gym, I head to the library.
"Why do you look so happy?" Jax says when I sit in between him and another girl in our group.
"What?" I just realized I have a stupid grin plastered on my face.
"You look like Jack Nicholson when he played the Joker,"
"What will people think when we leave together?" I place one hand on my hip, shutting my locker with the other.
"I don't care. I hope they think I'm taking my girl home," he says sheepishly when he says 'my girl'. I must admit I like the sound of it.
"How many waitresses have you taken home from here over the years?"
Silence, and the worst look of guilt.
"I bet no one thought that y ou were taking your girl home. Don't look guilty either. That's who you are, this is who I am. I can't change you anymore than you can change me."
"So what a re you saying?" Confusion is now one of the many mix of emotions he wears so well on his face.
"That I'm getting home on my own."
"My God woman, you are so ... ugh." His hands are in fists up by his face. "You know what, take the bus, hitchhike, ask British lover boy to take you home. I don't care," he spits, giving me a look of total frustration before he slams out of the room. That went well, Harper .
I'm able to sneak out of t he club with no one seeing me. I make it home safe on the bus and sit on my bed fumbling with my phone. I want to call him. I know he was frustrated, but did he really not care? Before I have a chance to decide whether or not I should call him, my phone rings and I see it is him.
"Hello, " I answer softly.
"I just want to make sure you are home safe," he says in the same soft voice. If I thought his voice was sexy in person, his phone voice is to die for.
"Yes, I am home."
"I'm sorry I said those things. I just don't know how to handle you," he mumbles in the phone.
"I know the feeling." I let out a soft chuckle.
"We are a hot mess, aren't we?" He laughs, making me laugh. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asks after the laughter subsides.
"I need to study for finals."
"What about tomorrow night?"
"Can I let you know tomorrow?" I really have no idea how long I will study for.
"So I need to sit around and wait to see if you have time for me?" Here comes the anger and frustration again.
"No, you can make plans. I just don't know what time I am going to be free. I never said you had to be at my beck and call," I snap. "What would you normally do on a Tuesday night?"
"I don't t hink you want me to answer that," he mumbles. He's right, I don't want to know.
"So if I can't make it , you want to know if you should have a girl lined up just in case." Is this what he is getting at?
"Jesus, Harper , no," he shouts. I have to pull the phone from my ear he says it so loud.
" Okay, Okay, I don't know where we are at right now. Are we exclusive?" I chance the question that I've been dying to know.
"I want to be, don't you?" Yes, yes, yes I do a little victory dance on my bed .
"Of course, as long as you know we are taking it..."
"Slow, yes I know." He is mocking me a little, but it is so cute I let it go.
We talk for about an hour just get ting to know each other better. Well actually, he gets to know me better. Every time I ask him a question about himself or his past, his answers are short and he goes right back to asking me questions.
"I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what's going on." I yawn in the phone and we decide it is time to get off.
"Goodn ight, Petal, dream of me," he says before hanging up the phone. No problem there .
Chapter 10
I go to the Sarhar's in the morning for a little work out before going to the library. I kind of secretly wish to see Liam there. After our talk last night and the way I'm feeling, I can't wait to see him again. He's a no-show though, so I work out in peace.
After I shower at the gym, I head to the library.
"Why do you look so happy?" Jax says when I sit in between him and another girl in our group.
"What?" I just realized I have a stupid grin plastered on my face.
"You look like Jack Nicholson when he played the Joker,"
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