it.
“Miss Price, really? Will you begin now?”
“Yes, sir.” I smiled up at Mr. Simmons.
Annoyingly, Harrison Crawford was thoughtful enough to share the book with me the rest of class. Yep, he leaned right over my shoulder for about twenty minutes. I thought I would gag on his cologne.
“So, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he had the audacity to ask once the bell rang and the room scrambled to leave.
I ignored him as I shoved my stuff into my bag.
Harrison laughed. “Come on. You’re not even gonna give me the third degree or anything?”
Ugh. Is he for real? Like I care. I threw my bag over my shoulder and pulled my iPod out of my pocket.
“Aren’t you even the littlest bit surprised to find me in your class? Aren’t you going to ask me what I was doing here? I’ve been expecting that, at least.”
What? I looked at him like he’d gone nuts. “You mean this isn’t your class?”
He looked shocked. Like totally shocked. “You didn’t notice I just transferred in here?” He held out a small white paper, like that was supposed to clarify something.
“Oh. So, this is your first day here?”
Harrison threw his hands up and shook his head. “You’re killing me, Lilly. I mean it. This is an act, right? Tell me you knew I wasn’t in this class before.”
I blinked. He so needs to get out more .
“You didn’t even see me last hour either, did you?”
He’s in English, too? I scrunched my brow and shook my head. “Nope.”
“We now share our last two classes.”
Great. Fabulous . I shrugged and put my ear buds in my ears. As I hitched my bag higher on my shoulder, Harrison stepped in front of me and blocked the way.
“I did it because of you. Now I can get to know you better.”
“No. You did it because of you .” I made a shooing motion with my hands. “Now move, please. Alexis and Lauren are waiting for me.”
“I’ll take you home.”
I slumped my bag on the desk next to me. “You know, Harrison, for a guy who’s talked to a lot of girls, I have to say I thought you’d be better at it.”
“Better at what?” He grinned, probably thrilled to start a real conversation. “What did you mean by that? You have to tell me.”
“I don’t have time for this. Now move.”
“You have all the time in the world. I’m taking you home, remember?”
That’s it. I shoved against his chest and threw him off balance enough to allow me to grab my bag and slip past. “No, you’re not.”
I’d actually made it about five steps before he caught up with me. “Why not? Let me take you home. It’ll be fun.”
“For who?” I could think of ten things I’d rather do than ride home with Harrison Crawford. One involved cutting off my pinky toe.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” He chuckled as he followed me out of the room and into the hall. About thirty teenagers were staring at us.
I groaned. “Seriously? I’m terrified. Now leave me alone.” I was, too. I was really scared to be anywhere near his ego. It just might explode.
“You sure know how to play hard to get, don’t you?”
He’s such a moron . “I’m not playing a game, Harrison. I know you. I know your type.” I planted myself in the middle of the hallway and looked him right in the eyes. “And you disgust me.”
He laughed. “Why? What have I done?”
About thirty things rose to my mind, but I decided to mention something he’d actually understand. “Who’s your girlfriend?”
“Uh—” Harrison took a step back.
“Exactly.”
He leaned toward me like he was going to grab my arm.
“Touch me and I’ll flatten you.” My fist came up in between us.
Harrison threw his arms up in a “don’t shoot” gesture and backed away. The smile on his face grew to colossal proportions. “You are definitely the most fun game I’ve ever played.” Then, loud enough to be heard down the hall, he announced, “I’ll call you tonight. Bye!”
By the time I had made it into the car with my sisters, I
“Miss Price, really? Will you begin now?”
“Yes, sir.” I smiled up at Mr. Simmons.
Annoyingly, Harrison Crawford was thoughtful enough to share the book with me the rest of class. Yep, he leaned right over my shoulder for about twenty minutes. I thought I would gag on his cologne.
“So, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he had the audacity to ask once the bell rang and the room scrambled to leave.
I ignored him as I shoved my stuff into my bag.
Harrison laughed. “Come on. You’re not even gonna give me the third degree or anything?”
Ugh. Is he for real? Like I care. I threw my bag over my shoulder and pulled my iPod out of my pocket.
“Aren’t you even the littlest bit surprised to find me in your class? Aren’t you going to ask me what I was doing here? I’ve been expecting that, at least.”
What? I looked at him like he’d gone nuts. “You mean this isn’t your class?”
He looked shocked. Like totally shocked. “You didn’t notice I just transferred in here?” He held out a small white paper, like that was supposed to clarify something.
“Oh. So, this is your first day here?”
Harrison threw his hands up and shook his head. “You’re killing me, Lilly. I mean it. This is an act, right? Tell me you knew I wasn’t in this class before.”
I blinked. He so needs to get out more .
“You didn’t even see me last hour either, did you?”
He’s in English, too? I scrunched my brow and shook my head. “Nope.”
“We now share our last two classes.”
Great. Fabulous . I shrugged and put my ear buds in my ears. As I hitched my bag higher on my shoulder, Harrison stepped in front of me and blocked the way.
“I did it because of you. Now I can get to know you better.”
“No. You did it because of you .” I made a shooing motion with my hands. “Now move, please. Alexis and Lauren are waiting for me.”
“I’ll take you home.”
I slumped my bag on the desk next to me. “You know, Harrison, for a guy who’s talked to a lot of girls, I have to say I thought you’d be better at it.”
“Better at what?” He grinned, probably thrilled to start a real conversation. “What did you mean by that? You have to tell me.”
“I don’t have time for this. Now move.”
“You have all the time in the world. I’m taking you home, remember?”
That’s it. I shoved against his chest and threw him off balance enough to allow me to grab my bag and slip past. “No, you’re not.”
I’d actually made it about five steps before he caught up with me. “Why not? Let me take you home. It’ll be fun.”
“For who?” I could think of ten things I’d rather do than ride home with Harrison Crawford. One involved cutting off my pinky toe.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” He chuckled as he followed me out of the room and into the hall. About thirty teenagers were staring at us.
I groaned. “Seriously? I’m terrified. Now leave me alone.” I was, too. I was really scared to be anywhere near his ego. It just might explode.
“You sure know how to play hard to get, don’t you?”
He’s such a moron . “I’m not playing a game, Harrison. I know you. I know your type.” I planted myself in the middle of the hallway and looked him right in the eyes. “And you disgust me.”
He laughed. “Why? What have I done?”
About thirty things rose to my mind, but I decided to mention something he’d actually understand. “Who’s your girlfriend?”
“Uh—” Harrison took a step back.
“Exactly.”
He leaned toward me like he was going to grab my arm.
“Touch me and I’ll flatten you.” My fist came up in between us.
Harrison threw his arms up in a “don’t shoot” gesture and backed away. The smile on his face grew to colossal proportions. “You are definitely the most fun game I’ve ever played.” Then, loud enough to be heard down the hall, he announced, “I’ll call you tonight. Bye!”
By the time I had made it into the car with my sisters, I
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