"I seriously think Jenkins is trying to kill me. Right at the graduation buzzer..." I threw my forty odd flashcards in the air, my arms flailing over my eyes. I might be considered 'Vertie's resident tomboy', but I could still be a tad bit dramatic.
"You need to stop with the sports scenarios, Bailey....you know I don't speak athlete." Hudson smirked, eyeing my distressed state, as he reached down to retrieve the fallen cards from the floor.
We'd been at it for the past four hours, and not in the way I would've liked. My period cramps were raging almost as hard as my headache was trying to learn the history of Ancient Greece.
Fucking history. Not my strongest subject to say the least. Or my favorite. Give me a chemical equation any day, a sports physical, a fucking root canal over questions about the Rise of the Greek Tyrants. Hell, I'd even take a night with Emma Leigh and her group of overly blonde, overly perfumed terrorists over this.
"When did the Greek Tyrant shit happen again?" I groaned, searching my chaotic pile of notecards.
"Six Fifty B.C." Hudson didn't even bother to glance up from his latest issue of Metal Magazine.
"You could at least pretend to study..." I grumbled, finally finding the notecard I was looking for. 650 BC it read. He was right. Not that it was much of a surprise.
Hudson had a photographic memory, recalling not only every single lecture, but every song lyric and date they were released. It was a beautiful gift...unless you were someone like me. Someone who naturally retained nothing.
So, I had to study twice as hard, to barely make the same grades as Hudson. Not that he wasn't a great study buddy. He usually read quietly or played his acoustic guitar in the corner, which was nice background music for my academic struggles.
"I just wish I could remember things like you did." I huffed, rubbing my eyes and scraping my cheeks with the note cards in the process.
"Hey. Don't beat yourself up." His big green eyes were kind. "I wish I had half of your athletic ability."
"You do?"
"Yeah, it would be nice to not fall all over my two left feet during P.E."
"You don't do that." I giggled, even though I had no real idea. Hudson and I had totally different P.E. hours.
"Oh, I don't?!" He smirked. "Because last time I checked, Mackenzie Brown picked me last in every major competition because I'm a 'cute little baby giraffe'."
"At least she thinks you're cute..." I teased. Hudson hated Mackenzie Brown, or Kenzi as the cool kids called her. Kenzi was Emma Leigh Stanton's best friend and right hand woman - executing social hits on Emma Leigh's behalf.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you think I'm cute?" Hudson smirked, but his tone sounded...curious.
"You're okay." I rolled my eyes, begging my cheeks not to flush. If I were to abstractly judge Hudson, I would admit he was good looking. Tall. Boyish with long muscles and floppy dark hair. But his features when you got close were striking. The gold flecks in his green eyes. The fullness of his lips...
"Why don't we take a study break?" I blurted, hopping down from the bed and going straight for my bedroom door. I couldn't believe I was actually thinking of Hudson in that way. He was my best friend, regardless of some sordid sexual pact we'd made before graduation...
"Let's hit up the kitchen. I think Gran bought some chocolate push pops-"
Hudson's hand ensnared mine on the door handle and I turned, feeling his lips on the base of my throat.
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The Impact of Intimacy
Romance***ONGOING*** Being the only virgin left in small town, Texas was a major fucking buzz kill. Bailey Sawyers didn't get invited to parties, she didn't get to gossip with the girls, and Bryce Hall certainly never looked in her direction. Which was wh...
