❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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MATTHEWS...
For if you ever feel like hitting me again, use this.
I run my finger over the sticky note and look up at Chase.
"Dracula?" I ask, slightly confused.
Chase smiles almost...shyly, and explains, "You don't know this, but I saw you first at the school library two years ago." My confusion must show on my face, because he continues.
"I had just come out of morning practice and remembered that we were supposed to be reading Dracula for my English class, so I went to the library and when I finally found a copy, I saw you at a table, sitting and whispering to yourself about a Chem problem. I know it's cheesy," he adds.
I smile, "It is incredibly cheesy. But I love it."
His ears tinge pink, but he opens his mouth to speak again, "I hated that book. But I would read it again, and this time I'll annotate it for you."
My brows drop, "Annotate it for me?"
He shrugs, "If you want me to, that is."
Yes, I want you to. I think I might die, though.
I nod, once. "Okay."
"Okay," he whispers.
We return to our quiet gazing for a little, before he breaks it and says, "We should do something."
I look at him, "What do you mean?"
Chase stands up, brushing his hands off and offering one to me, "The night is still young, I think we should do something."
I take his hand and hoist myself up. "Like what?"
He shrugs, "Let's figure that out in a little."
I look at him skeptically but follow him to his car, carrying the paperback copy of Dracula in my hands.
Chase has a bottle of alcohol in his, and the cook-book I had gotten him, and places them in his car before opening the car door for me and rounding to the driver's seat.
"So then what's next on the to-do list?" I ask, running my fingers over the leather seat.
Chase looks at me and bunches his lips to the side, "What about some coffee?"
"Coffee? At eight pm?" I say, bunching my brows together.
"You're telling me you've never had coffee at night?" He mock gasps at me.
"Not if I'm not studying, no."
"We could be studying," he says.
"For what?"
"Well I did just fail that history test," he winces.
I roll my eyes, "What was up with that, you stupid idiot?"
