I jogged right past him with a simple wave, hoping it was obvious I didn't want to make a big deal of my appearance. Let's just say Sean didn't take the hint. Minutes later we were chatting on the bench. Sean had forced me to sit down with him, he used the puppy dog eyes. And to top it off he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. "I didn't know you jog, ms.unfit." he joked, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. "I need a jog once in a while." I shrug looking down at my running shoes, as happy as I thought I'd be at the joke. "And that's why you happen to jog past me, in that hot outfit..ok...that's why." He emphasized that's why to signal he was being sarcastic. I hesitated, "no..I..it's not like that..." I continued, "why are you here any way?" "if you didn't notice I actually go outside and do outside activities." I listened to him endlessly talk about a friend that is going to meet him here. Sean, being the popular one, mainly carried on the conversation, only needing a few 'uh-huh' and 'mmhm's here and there as I messed with my ear buds I had taken out before I sat down. "What were you listening to?" He glamces from my ear buds to my eyes and back again. "Oh just some music." I show him my playlist. "Interesting. For a girl." "Hey!" I punch him playfully in the arm, "sexist!" I mumble under my breath. But I got interrupted by a buzz. Our eyes are naturally drawn to the source. His phone. He picks it up without hesitation and stands up. I hear a muttered profanity under his breath. "What's up?" All I get is silence in response. I stand up, hoping he will register what I said and respond. "Hey, wanna go for a ride?" He gestured his head towards his car. Of course, a mustang. I sigh, contemplating all the negative aspects of the situation. "Why not?" I shrug and push all the negative thoughts away, making sure I obliged my risk taking rule. Before I strap on my seatbelt I ask the urging question that has been sitting in my throat for a while, "hey, Sean?" "Hmm?" He says without enthusiasm, and if anything attitude. It's like he just lost all of his energy from before, like he just turned into bad boy Sean. "Are we friends?" I meet his glance. He roars the engine to life, and switches on the r&b/rock station, "why not?" He copies my sentence from before. "Hey you ok?" He asks, rising my hope in him being nice. "Yeah, its just..does..um..does it matter I'm wearing my jogging outfit?" He tears his eyes from the road, staring at my body, moving his eyes up and down very slowly. "Honestly, Michelle. You look hot. Now shut up." Hastily, Sean turns the steering wheel avoiding a slow, old-timers car ahead. A rush of emotions run through me. Wait so he just called me hot? But he told me to shut up. I felt my confidence boosting then falling again. He was doing this on purpose. Complimenting, but then remaining the bad boy figure that still reigns.
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A/N: This is probably the longest chapter yet. Not edited.
