The Truce

Chapter 7

"Come on, please?" Natalie pleaded at lunch on Friday. "I need you there."

"Aww, Nat..." I whined. "I hate sports."

"I know, but Wes asked me to come, and  I'll feel like a complete idiot, sitting there by myself until half-time when I can actually talk to him."

I groaned and Natalie beamed. If she hadn't had a major crush on Wesley Holloway for the last year, I might be able to refuse. Now that he finally seemed to be noticing her, she knew I wouldn't be able to say no even though it meant sitting through an entire football game.

"Alright, fine," I said. "But you're buying me snacks."

"Anything you want!" she promised. "A truck-load of Twix."

I laughed as Scott set his tray beside mine. "Wow, what'd you do? Offer a kidney?" he joked.

"Michaela has graciously offered to brave a football game to save me from having to do it alone," Natalie told him.

I shot her a 'shut up' look, which she was completely baffled by, not that I could blame her. Football, though horribly boring, was innocuous enough, but Scott had been so jealous over any mention of Sebastian lately. I didn't want him thinking I was going so I could watch Sebastian play.

Scott didn't seem to care though. Maybe he didn't remember Sebastian was on the team. He wasn't really into sports either.

"Better you than me," he joked, digging in to his food.

"You mean you don't want to keep her company?" Kennedy said, sounding flirty. Even though I was used to it, I still kind of wanted to smack her.

Scott shook his head "Even if I wanted to go, I have to do this thing for my mom tonight."

"Aww," Kennedy whined. "We've been working on a new routine for half-time. There's so many flips and handstands, I swear our skirts are upside down most of the time."

Fighting the urge to vomit, I exchanged a glance with Natalie before noticing that Scott seemed much more interested in the game than he was a minute ago. He was sharing an intrigued look with Kennedy who smiled smugly.

"I bet it looks great." He sounded playful. "Very aesthetic."

Not wanting to give Kennedy the satisfaction of seeing my reaction, I kicked Scott under the table. 

He started and cleared his throat. "But, uh yeah, sorry. Can't get out of it."

Kennedy simpered and then started telling Ashley about her upcoming trip to "Las Vegas", a.k.a. Maine, and Scott met my unamused gaze. I might not have cared as much, but after all the garbage he'd been giving me about Sebastian, I was in no mood to see him flirting with anyone.

He tried to convey an apology, but I ignored him. Instead I asked Natalie anything I could think of about Wes. When I tried to hurry away at the end of the hour without acknowledging Scott, he caught my wrist, stopping me.

"Give us a minute?" he asked Natalie, who agreed after I nodded.

"Don't be mad," he said when we were alone.

"Why would I be mad?" I crossed my arms. "You were only drooling all over the table."

"I was not," he said. "It was just the imagery. I am a guy, you know."

I didn't think his biology was responsible for his flirting, but I guess it was harder for guys to keep sex off their minds. And when a mental picture is hurled at them, it's probably impossible.

"Just..." I huffed. "Just don't flirt with her, alright?"

"I promise," he said. "Sorry."

He leaned over and kissed me and then went down the opposite hall from where I was headed. I watched him for a second, and when I turned back, I spotted Sebastian with his friends, leaning against the lockers, talking. Sebastian frowned at me before turning to respond to something Jeff Young said.