Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica
I was hoping the girls wouldn't find out about the half-kiss incident, but who am I kidding? I knew everybody knew the moment Chassie opened the door for me last night. I decided to stay with Chassie and Nathan. They also offered to help me look for an apartment.
I'm starting to think it wasn't the best idea because my friends will never stop nagging me about the thing with Matthew.
I rolled to my side, grabbing the blanket over my head. I groaned at the thought of Matthew. I bolted upright and covered my face with my hands.
"Why didn't I just go for the hug?" I mumbled. "You stupid, stupid idiot."
There was a little shadow in the corner of my room. I blink a few times to make it out. Then, I yelped but held back a scream when I realized it was just Georgina.
"Georgie, you scared the freaking life out of me. What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to wake up." Her dark brown eyes lit up.
"And watching me sleep?"
She beamed. "Mm-hmm."
Okayyy, not creepy at all. I swear to God if this kid isn't adorably good-looking, she's going to scare some people for real.
"Where's your mommy?"
She shrugged. "In the kitchen with Uncle Matthew."
"Oh," I paused for a moment, "wait, your Uncle Matthew is here?"
Oh, God.
She walked toward my bed and hopped in. "Yeah. I think he might be looking for you?"
My heart skipped a beat. "He is? Did he say that?"
She shakes her head. "But he's been looking around." She leaned in closer and whispered, "he asked me if you're still sleeping. I told him I'll check."
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I don't want to assume that he came here to see me, but it's probably too late because I've already stumbled off the bed and rushed to the bathroom to make myself look pretty.
Georgina followed me around, looking up with a confused look on her face. If she wasn't such a sweetheart, she'd asked, "What the hell is the rush?"
"Georgie, sweetie, which one would look cute on me?" I showed her a couple of Cami tops—a baby pink one and a light purple one.
She cocked her head to one side. "Purple."
I glanced one more look in the mirror and nodded in approval. Then, I wriggle my fingers toward Georgie. She took the invitation and held hands with me as we walked down the hallway.
"Do you want to do a little photoshoot later?" I asked.
