Twisted Turnaround

Chapter 9

MILES

As soon as we are out of the hockey rink, Andrea cannot move away from me fast enough. She yanks her hand away from where she was holding my elbow once and takes a huge step to the left. I watch as she puts a lot of distance between us before straightening herself out. She fixes at her clothes and then at her hair. I cannot look away from where her naturally straight hair fell smoothly down her back. It was pretty and I knew that. Andrea was pretty. One of the reasons I couldn't stop myself from approaching her the first time.

"Come on, Lauren," Andrea says, turning to her side and beckoning her friend over. Lauren glances at her friend before her eyes glance at me. Her cheeks flood with color for a second before she looks away and at the floor.

"What?," I hear Andrea say beside me as I pull my eyes away from the shy freshman. "You plan to sleep with her as well?"

"Woah," I sputter out, the assumption making me flush. I glance down at Andrea and say, "Why would you think that?"

"Because you are looking at her," she shas easily, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear and giving me a better view of her side profile. She had long thick eyelashes and an upturned nose that only highlighted how full and pouty her lips were. "And I know that a guy like you cannot simply look at a girl without trying to get into her pants."

"That's rude," I throw out because the stereotyping was making me get defensive. I also didn't like the way she had said it. As if she knew me.

"No," Andrea says, looking over at me. Her brown eyes are lined with dark eyeliner and they are lighter now as she says, "It's true."

"Hm," I say with a frown. "So you know everything about me huh?"

"I know from experience that you are just a guy looking to sleep with a girl," Andrea says and her friend, who was trying to pretend she didn't hear us speaking, glances over with widened eyes. Andrea waves a hand in the air and says, "Not you, Lauren." She looks at me sharply after and says, "Like I'd ever let you touch her."

"What if I were to tell you that I genuinely liked her?," I play, even though I didn't have an interest in her friend. I had merely looked at her earlier because she had been looking at me.

"Yeah right," Andrea says with a roll of her eyes. "You'd never genuinely like someone."

I roll out of shoulder, standing up straight as I say, "You don't know that."

"I know enough," she repeats with a little huff. I look over to find that she had dropped the subject and was instead marching forward. Shaking my head, I don't say anything as I lead them toward the storage closet past the corrridor. Once we get to it, I swing open the door and Andrea makes her way toward it.

"Just so you know," I start with a whisper. "I am capable of genuinely liking someone." Her eyes shoot to mine and the eye contract shocks me for a second. But I don't let go as she looks over at me, everything else becoming quiet. Her eyes were fierce with the makeup she wore but also pretty. Her eyes were really pretty, totally brown but it fit her perfectly. Her hair matched to perfection as her eyebrows were framing her face.  Her eyes flit over my eyes and to look at the rest of my face before she looks back in my eyes. I watch her eyes soften but in that moment, it hardens again just as fast.

"Yeah my ass," she says, placing a hand on my chest as she brushes past me. As she walks inside the storage closet, I look over at her and down her lower back. She quickly looks back at me then, eyes sharp as she says, "And that wasn't an invitation to look at my ass."

"Oh really?," I ask, knowing that I'm being cocky but I'm merely following her lead. Play. We were playing with each other, toying to see when it would become too much. I knew exactly when things would go too far bevagse Andrea will automatically shut down and look away form me. But I was testing her again. "Because you did walk in front of me and you were swaying your hips a little too much."