Believable (r.a.l.)

Chapter Forty Eight

Justine's POV

I let out a little squeal and jump when someone's arms wrap around my hips from behind me. I turn away from my locker to see Riker smiling and pulling me closer to him. He kisses the top of my head and my smile grows.

"You scared me," I say, facing him and placing my arms around his neck.

"I could see that. I even got you to scream a little this time," he replies sounding accomplished.

"Well it won't happen again now that I've got my eye out for any scares coming my way. I will be prepared and you'll get no reaction from me."

"We'll see about that," he challenges, laughing slightly. I've been saying the same thing to him all week after he's been scaring me at different times each day. "I wanted to ask you though, what are you doing tonight?" His hands move up and down my back as he asks the question.

"Nothing with you." He frowns at my words and he stops rubbing my back which I wish he didn't since I love the feeling. "I mean, I can't. Someone has to watch the twins and that someone is me like always," I explain rolling my eyes annoyed with my siblings for making me stay in tonight.

"They've stayed home alone before, haven't they?" Riker lets out a small wine.

"Not for long periods of time; only for like ten to twenty minutes have they been home alone."

"Well I can come help, right?" He wonders. I see a little spark of hope in his eyes, wishing that I say yes.

"I don't know. I have to study for a few tests I've got coming up. I can't have you distracting me from doing what I'm supposed to."

Riker takes a step back, putting a hand to his chest and opening his mouth in mock disbelief, trying to look offended. He says, "I would never do such a thing. If anything, I would help you study or keep the twins from distracting you."

"Thank you Riker. I appreciate it," I turn and switch out some books and then close the locker.

"So is that a yes?" He asks as we start walking down the hall to my next class. "I can come after school?"

I roll my eyes, sighing a little and giving up. "It seems I have no other choice." I look up at him with his growing smile. He pumps his hand up in the air clearly excited that I finally accepted him tagging along to come home with me.

"Don't get too excited, Riker. Remember I'm going to be studying. It's not so fun and you'd know that if you actually did it too."

"I study," he argues. "Just not so much because I have other priorities."

"Right," I answer, stopping outside my classroom door.

"Yes. Right," he nods, somewhat amused by this conversation. "Well then. Have a nice time in..." He trails off obviously not knowing which class he led me to.

"History."

"Yes. History. Have a nice time in history class," he laughs and gives me a quick kiss.

"See you later," I wave and walk into class, passed all my classmates, including Rocky, to my seat in between Hannah and McKayla.

Riker's POV

I drum my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the Fall Out Boy song playing through the speakers, singing along quietly as I drive to Justine's house. "I wrote the gospel on giving up. You look pretty sinking. But the real bombshells have already sunk, Prima donnas of the gutter. At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep. Crashing not like hips or cars. No, more like p-p-parties."