Flowers and Pop Rocks

24

p o p p y

Hanging out with both Caleb and Blake over the weekend just confused me even more.

Trust me, I didn't like that I was almost equally attracted to two people. It wasn't like there was an obvious better choice between the two of them. Not to me, at least.

"Hey, Doritos," Caleb greeted as we both entered the Chemistry room at the same time.

I made a face. "That's really not it. How would you feel if I called you Hot Cheetos?"

"At least you called me hot, Cheez-it," he winked, leaving me dumbfounded.

My eyes grew wide in surprise at how easily he came up with that retort, and my mouth was slightly agape. "How?"

"Quick thinking, Peachy," he patted my head before taking his seat and leaving me to walk to mine.

I assumed I still looked shocked when I got to my seat because Grant looked at me weirdly. "What's up, Lil Marshmallow?"

"Sorry, don't mind me," I apologized. "Just thinking a lot today."

"Maybe if you worry less, you'll also look less like you wanna bang your head against a wall," he suggested.

I groaned, lowering my head onto my table. "I just wanna go home and take a nap. I feel like my brain isn't gonna last any longer."

"Hey, what's wrong, Flower?" I felt a hand on mine.

I looked to my side, raising an eyebrow at Grant.

He shrugged. "Don't look at me, look at him."

"Oh," I lifted my head from the table and locked eyes with Blake. "Okay, that makes way more sense. I promise I can tell you two apart. My brain is just so fried today."

"Don't you have a study hall period on Wednesdays?"

How did Blake remember my schedule? I told him once about it. Maybe it came with the organization thing. I should ask him for my classes when I forget next time.

"Doesn't stop the two tests I had anyway," I shrugged.

"You had lunch, didn't you?" Blake worried.

He was always asking if I was eating after that one time I told him I didn't want to.

"Yes, I did," I assured him.

Grant threw his arm over my shoulder. "You two sound like an old married couple. Just date already."

"Shut up, Marshmallow."

"Working on my quick thinking," he winked at me, tapping his temple with his index finger as if to indicate that he was using his brain.

This boy.

~~~

Three days had gone by without me constantly thinking about the boys.

They were just kinda there, and I was so glad I didn't have a million thoughts running through my mind all day anymore.

I guess it helped that it was the last weekend of the month, meaning we didn't have school on Friday as usual.

Blake had visited me at my place, much to my surprise and my mother's joy. I was surprised she actually let him into the house.

It was clear to me that she liked Blake, and that was probably largely due to the fact that she knew his mom.

Speaking of Blake's mom, I still hadn't found the chance to meet her or Brianne.