28. Walk The Talk

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Chapter Twenty Eight - Walk The Talk

I was finally letting my hair loose during lunch after bearing a terrible headache all morning thanks to my Dutch braids.

I'd spent like an hour on them before school and even got Matt late for his practice, which I seriously doubt he would've made to at all if he hadn't eventually showed up in my room and dragged me downstairs by my arm, sulking all the way out to his car, "dammit, Andrews! Couldn't you have done this in the car or something? Coach is gonna kill me."

That was right before he'd shoved on my lap my packed breakfast and juice box, courtesy of Mrs. Brooke, and started driving.

"God! Why is it that the things we love the most always hurt us the most?" I sighed, undoing the last of the braids.

"Tell me about it." Cheryl appeared from a bathroom stall and headed towards the sinks to wash her hands. "Yesterday in the evening, I went over to Mack's house with a tub of ice cream, and right before we started the movie, I left him to take my mom's call. When I came back only a minute later, the ice cream was gone. All of it. I swear guys eat like pigs."

I gasped. "That's tragic. Hope you guys didn't break up over that."

"I was planning to. But then he drove me to this new pizza place and bought me food. So, I thought 'okay he's not that insufferable'."

"You guys are adorable, you know that, right?" I chuckled while running my fingers through my now slightly wavy hair thanks to the braids. It was a nice break from my dull, straight locks.

"You don't say." She blinked innocently, a noticeable blush forming on her cheeks as she pointed to the door. "Let's go? I'm starving."

"You go ahead. I have to give this back to Matt." I folded his jacket over my arm, ready to walk out.

Cheryl eyed it with half a smile. "You were wearing Matt's jacket?"

"Yeah. The morning was a bit cold and I forgot mine at home."

"Was it like the movies?" she asked with big, excited eyes. "He saw you shivering and took off his jacket to give it to you?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, Cher. I was shivering and kept complaining of the cold, asking him to turn up the temperature. He got annoyed and shoved his jacket in my face. My pride wouldn't let me take it, but like I said, I was cold."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"And they say chivalry is dead."

I chuckled. "I'll see you later."

I left the bathroom and quickly scanned the hall just in case Matt was heading to the cafeteria, but he wasn't, so I made my way to his locker. My pace slowed when I saw him at the end of the corridor, advancing in my direction.

I lifted my hand and waved to catch his attention, but he never noticed because he unexpectedly veered to the side and shut someone's locker, causing them to flip around in surprise.

"Hey, babe." Rebecca smiled brightly at him after recovering from her surprise.

"Don't babe me. What are you up to now?" Matt frowned.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Matt. Is this your way of picking a conversation with me? All you need is a hi, baby." She batted her lashes at him, and I watched as her hands slowly creeped up his torso before she angled her face up expectantly.

A part of me wanted to look away.

I hated that I was close enough to listen, but I couldn't bring myself to walk away and mind my own damn business either. Maybe because I was secretly hoping and waiting for Matt to push her away. What the hell was taking him so long anyway?

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