Tempting Her

Don't overthink this

I got her Sonic! After deciding I wasn't going to talk to her, I got her fucking dinner.

Now she knows.

She has to know now.

That was too much.

I never have people in my car! Let alone someone I have never spoken more than a few words to!

And today Chip decided to harass her. Again.

I don't know how we're related. I mean, he's an idiot and an asshole and isn't really good at anything.

And I'm good at everything. And I'm a genius. And I'm nice to everyone.

I hate when he's mean to her. I even told Mom he's been bullying a girl at school.

I glanced at Natalie sitting with her friends on the bench. They all finished working out.

I'm an idiot when it comes to this though. I can't stop looking at her. I know people have noticed it. Maybe they think it's just because I don't like her too. My brother doesn't so why would I?

But then it leads them to the question of why I wouldn't like her when I've never openly disliked anyone all four years of high school.

The only day I hate this class is Fridays. It's a sexist nightmare that we still have to wear these uniforms anywhere but at the games.

But I love the attention. And I especially like being on top of the social hierarchy. None of them understand what it's like to be this well liked.

They also have no idea how hard it is hiding such a huge fucking secret.

And yesterday made it worse because she gave me her hoodie. Which I kept on way longer than I should have.

I meant to take it off before I went to sleep and put it in my backpack so I could give it to her but of course, I fell asleep in it and didn't have time to wash it. I don't want to wash it because it smells like her.

Shut up.

Dylan and a few of the other football boys worked out with us today. It was nice actually. I like doing their workouts because they think we won't be able to but in reality we're just as strong as them.

We just hold it differently I think. I don't actually know how that works. I bench the same as Charlie. Which is kinda funny.

Everything aside, I couldn't stop looking at her.

It's like all the work I put in last year has gone to shit because I can't look away.

And I think she knows it.

Maybe I'm paranoid.

But when she was wiping her face today- Oh she does look good. I don't know what she did this summer but she looks absolutely amazing.

Her face. Her abs. Her tan.

I shook my head and snapped out of the drooling haze I was in.

Good timing too. Olivia sat next to me and reached down to tie her shoes. "Are we doing the pyramid today?" She sat back up, the tip of her nose still red from the boat ride we went on a few days ago, "Because my knee is still fucked up." When she smacked the water after she fell off the wake board.

I nodded and took her words into consideration, "I'll cut the pyramid then. We can do the 625 routine."

She smiled, "My favorite."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, "I know." I stood up and looked down at her, "Can you get there a little early to fix my hair?"

She nodded, "Duh. Are we all doing braids?"