Chapter Twenty-Two
Four days. I got suspended for four long, indolent days; just sitting around at home, banded from the TV and the computer. FML.
He knelt down on the carpeted flooring, peering at the list of titles that he could embark on.
“Cops, Hot Rod, Pineapple Express or the Harry Potter Movies?” Tanner asked, looking back up to us.
Ivy groans, sitting with her legs stretched out on Liam’s lap.
“Nether.” She says, rolling her eyes on the list of movies she had to pick from.
He shoots her a glare, sending himself back to the ground for more listings.
“So tell me, Easy A or Twilight?” Tanner questioned us, me in particular.
We all finally got our parents to let up a bit and let us have a movie night for all the ‘wrong goers’ of our action, so our miniature party consisted of, Liam, Ivy, Tanner, the jock guy who’s name I established once he came to Tanner’s door this morning and me.
“Well, I’ve seen too many Twilight commercials lately, I mean it’s like I already know what’s going to happen in the movie, so Easy A.” I conclude, nodding at my decision and settling better in the brown leather couch in the corner of Tanner’s living room. He throws a nod at me, popping the disk container open and sliding the disk in his DVD player. He hit a couple of buttons before turning to settle down right next to me, sliding his fingers through mine under the covers; so nobody can see (still haven’t told Ivy and Liam about our last day at school).
“Why must you always let Charlotte chose?” Ivy wonders out loud, causing my stomach to rumble silently.
“It’s a bit unfair don’t ya think?” She says in her little ‘southern’ dialect, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth and munching on it.
“Maybe because you wouldn’t choose from the ideas I gave you.” Tanner retorts as he fixes his posture and presses play for like the billionth time, I mean I even had to take the remote from him and do it myself (just goes to tell you that girls are indeed better with patience, maybe not backing the car out though…).
“You didn’t give me any good titles!” she says grimly, snuggling her little frame closer to Liam’s built one; almost disappearing from sight. And yes, she’s that tiny.
Tanner just groans and squeezes my hand, our little ‘talking in plain silence’ trick.
“Hey Jason.” Ivy says once she notices that the jock guy (Jason. I have to get that through my head) was just sitting alone on the matching leather couch across from me and Tanner.
“Hi Ivy.” He utters, bringing a smile to his face.
He has dark black hair, short but noticeably longer than most guys at Tomas River. He had sea green eyes like mine and thick eye lashes. I mean, any high school girl would kill for those eye lashes. He wore a v-neck salmon colored shirt and a pair of blue jeans, matching all of this with a pair of white tennis shoes that are actually tied correctly.
Ever thought that maybe this Jason kid could split Ivy and Liam up? My thoughts ask.
I guess I never thought of that, I mean I’ve seen them together in Spanish class and maybe once or twice in the halls together; but I know that Ivy is all for Liam.
No, Ivy’s not that dumb.
“How are you doing?” She states, like she usually did in the middle of class when she was trying to talk to someone across the room.
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