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a guess, I’d bet my money on ballet.”
I pursed my lips.
“It’s ballet, isn’t it?” he said with a wide grin. I shrugged. “Ha! I knew it.”
“What’s the other reason?” I asked, curious.
“My sister did dance all her life,” he said. “I’ve always been around it, so I can recognize someone who dances pretty easily.” His eyes dropped down the front of me. “You have the body of one.”
I smacked his chest, pointing a warning finger at him. “Watch it.”
He raised both hands. “I’m just stating a fact, girl. I’m not trying to pull any moves.”
“Uh huh.”
“Adrien!” a girl’s voice shouted.
We looked over as a group of five of them all waved.
“Looks like I’m needed,” he said with a grin that was surprisingly not cocky at all.
“Ah yes,” I said, glancing around him at the girls who stood waiting anxiously. “Your harem awaits.”
He laughed. “You can’t be the only girl in my life, ballerina.”
“You wish,” I replied.
He winked. “I’ll give you a shout later this weekend. Maybe we can get together Sunday to go over that paper.”
I nodded at him as he walked away from me backwards.
“Stay out of trouble,” he called out before turning around.
“I think I’m the one that should be saying that to you,” I shouted at him.
He spun around again as he moved. “Girl, I’m nothing but trouble.”
Good lord. Some guys had more ego than was safe. I watched as he was practically swallowed up by the girls. The group walked off, Adrien in the middle as if he were some sort of celebrity.
Why did a guy like that, who was obviously the kind who entertained girls frequently, decide one day to become my friend? And only a friend? I never got the sense that he was seriously flirting with me at all. Chloe had made the same remark on Wednesday before he got to class.
I mean, I appreciated that about him. It was one of the reasons I was really starting to the like the guy. I didn’t feel awkward or constantly on edge around him, because I knew he wasn’t trying to get into my pants. There was some part of me though – a very small part – that couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t flirt with me the way he did all those other girls? What was wrong with me? Was I not pretty enough? Did he not find me attractive? He knew I didn’t have a boyfriend like Chloe.
Whatever, I decided. I didn’t want Adrien to want me anyway. Right? Of course not. I was too busy for boys. That didn’t stop my mind from obsessing over it though all the way home on the bus, and all the way up the three flights of stairs as I made my way to my apartment.
An old, dingy mirror hung in the hallway. It had probably been there since the eighties when the building was last decorated. I stopped in front of it, looking at my reflection with interest, wondering what guys saw when they looked at me.
I mean, I didn’t think I was gorgeous or anything, but I wasn’t hideous. I pulled at a curled strand of hair, twisting it in the dim lights above me, the shade of brown darker indoors. Was I not sexy maybe? Those other girls wore sexy like it was a perfume. They just sprayed it on themselves in the morning and walked out of their rooms ready to entice any male in a fifty yard radius. They had the giggle, hair flip, and eye bat thing down to an art.
Maybe that’s what I was missing. Maybe I just didn’t give off the sexy, “hey boys” vibe, they all did. I wouldn’t know how to even if I’d wanted. Being overly flirtatious wasn’t really my thing. Especially not now when I had so much else on my mind.
“What on earth has put that look on your face?”
I froze at the sound of his voice. Jesus. What was it about this man that had my body instantly pulsating? Adrien was superhot, and I didn’t have this reaction to him, even though I sat beside him five days out of the week. Grey Anderson says one sentence to me, and suddenly it’s as though I’ve stuck my finger in a socket, and
I pursed my lips.
“It’s ballet, isn’t it?” he said with a wide grin. I shrugged. “Ha! I knew it.”
“What’s the other reason?” I asked, curious.
“My sister did dance all her life,” he said. “I’ve always been around it, so I can recognize someone who dances pretty easily.” His eyes dropped down the front of me. “You have the body of one.”
I smacked his chest, pointing a warning finger at him. “Watch it.”
He raised both hands. “I’m just stating a fact, girl. I’m not trying to pull any moves.”
“Uh huh.”
“Adrien!” a girl’s voice shouted.
We looked over as a group of five of them all waved.
“Looks like I’m needed,” he said with a grin that was surprisingly not cocky at all.
“Ah yes,” I said, glancing around him at the girls who stood waiting anxiously. “Your harem awaits.”
He laughed. “You can’t be the only girl in my life, ballerina.”
“You wish,” I replied.
He winked. “I’ll give you a shout later this weekend. Maybe we can get together Sunday to go over that paper.”
I nodded at him as he walked away from me backwards.
“Stay out of trouble,” he called out before turning around.
“I think I’m the one that should be saying that to you,” I shouted at him.
He spun around again as he moved. “Girl, I’m nothing but trouble.”
Good lord. Some guys had more ego than was safe. I watched as he was practically swallowed up by the girls. The group walked off, Adrien in the middle as if he were some sort of celebrity.
Why did a guy like that, who was obviously the kind who entertained girls frequently, decide one day to become my friend? And only a friend? I never got the sense that he was seriously flirting with me at all. Chloe had made the same remark on Wednesday before he got to class.
I mean, I appreciated that about him. It was one of the reasons I was really starting to the like the guy. I didn’t feel awkward or constantly on edge around him, because I knew he wasn’t trying to get into my pants. There was some part of me though – a very small part – that couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t flirt with me the way he did all those other girls? What was wrong with me? Was I not pretty enough? Did he not find me attractive? He knew I didn’t have a boyfriend like Chloe.
Whatever, I decided. I didn’t want Adrien to want me anyway. Right? Of course not. I was too busy for boys. That didn’t stop my mind from obsessing over it though all the way home on the bus, and all the way up the three flights of stairs as I made my way to my apartment.
An old, dingy mirror hung in the hallway. It had probably been there since the eighties when the building was last decorated. I stopped in front of it, looking at my reflection with interest, wondering what guys saw when they looked at me.
I mean, I didn’t think I was gorgeous or anything, but I wasn’t hideous. I pulled at a curled strand of hair, twisting it in the dim lights above me, the shade of brown darker indoors. Was I not sexy maybe? Those other girls wore sexy like it was a perfume. They just sprayed it on themselves in the morning and walked out of their rooms ready to entice any male in a fifty yard radius. They had the giggle, hair flip, and eye bat thing down to an art.
Maybe that’s what I was missing. Maybe I just didn’t give off the sexy, “hey boys” vibe, they all did. I wouldn’t know how to even if I’d wanted. Being overly flirtatious wasn’t really my thing. Especially not now when I had so much else on my mind.
“What on earth has put that look on your face?”
I froze at the sound of his voice. Jesus. What was it about this man that had my body instantly pulsating? Adrien was superhot, and I didn’t have this reaction to him, even though I sat beside him five days out of the week. Grey Anderson says one sentence to me, and suddenly it’s as though I’ve stuck my finger in a socket, and
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