Little Miss Nosy

Chapter Four: Fool Me Once, Shame on You; Fool Me Twice...

-Edited-

Something I never did well was interact with a guy I had a crush on. 

I had a few in middle school, but those would usually crash and burn as soon as I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. 

As I got older, it wasn't something I got the opportunity to experience, being ostracized by most of the kids in high school and all. The only boy I don't repel like two same sides of different magnets is Trevor and that's because he's madly in love with my best friend. 

Now, as I pace my bedroom waiting for the boy I've had feelings for my entire life, I run through everything that can possibly go wrong in my head. 

My main form of self-sabotage, but creating a mental checklist of disasters to avoid usually quells my anxiety. 

"Okay, Paige. No undies lying around, check. Made bed, check. Hulu up and running, check. Reasonable amount of cleavage showing..." I pull the tank top down a bit farther to emphasize my point. "Check." 

Everything is set up as planned. I feel content enough to lay down and relax, and the next thing I know my eyes are opening groggily to the sound of tapping on my window. 

I'm up in an instant. Even tripping over bedsheets to get to the window. 

"You're late," I say, casting a nervous glance at the clock on my dresser that reads midnight. 

"Sorry." He hops through the window and lands softly on my white plush carpet. "Your mom and I got here at the same time. I gave her a bit to get to her room so she wouldn't hear anything."

"We never do this while she's here. It's too risky. Why are you so late anyway?" 

I don't miss the agitation in my words and don't bother hiding it. My faith in him isn't the greatest as is, so the thought of him standing me up is enough to push me past my limit. 

His green eyes fill with hurt, and I mumble an apology despite not feeling apologetic. 

"I got caught up at the movies. Last showing was two and a half hours and Brad put me on cleaning duty afterwards. I would never not show without at least texting you first." He searches my face for a sign of easing up. "You trust me, don't you?" 

I scoff. "Really, Logan?" 

He throws his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. I know. Your trust is still something I need to earn. How's this for starters?" 

He sets his backpack down with a heavy thud and unzips it to reveal a buffet of sweets including my favorite. "Sour gummy bears!" I snatch the treat, causing a grin wide enough to reveal his dimples to spread across his face. "You win this round." 

"Working at the movie theater has its perks," Logan winks. 

"Did you bring a change of clothes?" 

He pulls a pair of sweats and purple tee shirt out of his second bag. Luckily the lattice connected to the house sits right next to the ledge under my window, or he'd have to use the front door and our secret would be out. 

"You think I can change in the bathroom?"

"It's too close to my mom's room." I bite my lip contemplating the other option. "Just change here. I won't look."