That Asshole that's Always in my English Class

Chapter 9 - Mixed POV's: The Non-Date that Everyone Wants to be a Date

Rose

I have never been so nervous in my entire life. I know it’s not a real date, but just the words date and dean together make me want to vomit pterodactyl shit. The butterflies in my stomach are procreating and making a colony. I think they even have enough sentience to create and monarchy or democracy. They’re voting on whether or not to make me pee myself the next time he says my name.

“Rose.”

King Monarch please control my bladder.

“Uh, yeah?”

“You okay?” I finally look up and meet his deep blue eyes with a  concerned expression flashed across them. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just tired that’s all.” I wasn’t completely lying, I barely slept last night. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, even he said it wasn’t a real date, but boy do I wish it was.

Dean

Holy fuck she looks pretty. I don’t know what she did differently but I like it. I like it a lot. She might have a little more makeup, her hair might be slightly curlier, she’s wearing a dress that shows every curve imaginable. Her wide hips are calling my name, I see a little bit of that extra meat on her stomach and I honestly think that’s my favorite part, besides her butt. I look at her arm and I see the scars, covered in a little bit of makeup, but I’m glad she didn’t try extra hard to cover them, I wish she wasn’t so ashamed of them. She looks a little distracted, I desperately want to know what’s going through that overactive mind of hers. She says she’s just tired but that’s clearly bullshit. It’s funny because I think she actually believes I bought it. I look over to Jamie and James, they’re all happy with his arm around her. As I walk next to Rose the urge to touch her is intense, so I move my arm a little, just enough to brush the back of my hand to hers. The feeling of her skin was too great, I needed more. Without thinking about it I interlace our fingers, immediately rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb. She appears completely unaffected and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Then I take notice that other people are affected by the act. Some people from our school are walking on the other side of the road and they immediately started staring and talking when I reached for her hand. I get the feeling she noticed too because immediately after I saw her hand became tense in mine and she averted my gaze. I glared at my fellow classmates and they all looked away and pretended to talk about something else. She looked at me when she noticed they stopped looking. She smiled softly with a slight blush on her cheeks, I’ve never seen her blush before and it’s fucking adorable.

“So James.” I hear Rose say next to me. “What’s your favorite thing to do?” She asks sweetly, but I can tell she doesn’t actually care, she’s putting on a face for her sister.

“Probably working with the Charity Club.” He smiles widely at her, and I don’t like it.

“You’re just trying to suck up.” She smirks.

I think James noticed the confusion on my face. “The Charity Club is founded and ran by the one and only, Rose.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

She shrugs sweetly, “It never came up!” She smiles beautifully. Jamie and James started talking independently, and I saw an opportunity to talk about this Charity Club further.

“So what kind of good deeds do you do?” I ask as I push my shoulder into hers teasingly.

“You as in the club, or you as in me?” She asks me, keeping her face straight.

“Both.” I reply with no thought at all.

“Well the club we do fundraisers, we help special needs, wounded soldiers, abused animals, the homeless, and a few others.” She looks down with a bit of a smile.