Forever Young

Chapter 3

Where the hell are you gonna go?

Ugh, I had to grow a pair. I sauntered towards him and tried to act as oblivious as possible. Maybe I can just get in my car and drive off..psht who was I kidding. What was I going to do run him over? He looked up and I'm pretty sure he was staring at from behind his aviators. Shit, well there's no running from him now.

"Can I help you?" I asked with as much confidence as I could muster up.

"Actually you can." he responded as he effortlessly brushed a hand through his hair.

I gulped nervously, "With what exactly?"

"Well," he said taking a step towards me. "I was planning on asking for your number, you know in case I ever had any questions about lit. but you dashed out of class faster then Usain Bolt running a 100m."

I stopped listening at 'number'. In fact not only did I stop listening I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing too.

Jesus Christ Grace, why are you blowing things out of proportion?! He's asking for your number for a class ! It's not like he's asking you to marry him. BREATH BITCH!

"So, can I have it?" He asked looking amused.

"S- sure, I mean if it's for class yeah." I tried to respond coolly.

He set his phone to the dial pad and placed it in my hand. I really hope he doesn't notice my trembling fingers I worried. I saved my contact and handed him his phone back.

He looked at his phone and read, "Grace- that's a nice name."

He didn't even know my name... What an ass! I was pissed at myself for being pissed that Kevin didn't know my name. Why should he have? We've never spoken before now.

"Thanks," I needed to get away from this guy now.

"See you later." I said walking around him to my door.

I didn't look back at him until I completely pulled out of my spot. He just stood there arms crossed watching me with smug look on his face. Ugh he definitely knows the effect he has on females... and some males I'm sure. I laughed at myself, I'm going crazy. 

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Just as I walked into the house my phone rang. My heart stood still, I looked at the ID... it was Jessica. I let out sigh of relief.

I clicked the accept button walking up the marble staircase, "Yello?"

"When were you planning on calling and telling me what happened?" I heard her shout into the receiver.

"Ummm," I paused opening my bedroom door with my left hand. I was more then a little puzzled of what it was she was referring to. "I'm confused."

"I saw you talking to Kevin in the lot!!!" she squealed excitedly.

I slapped my palm against my forehead, of course Jessica saw Kevin at my car. Just my luck.

"So what did he want? I saw him give you his phone, did he ask for your number? Oh my god did he ask you out?!" She grilled me.

"Sheesh Jessica, is this an interrogation? Since when were you a member of the FBI?" I laughed.

"Oh trust me I've got eyes everywhere. I'm watching you right now." She said and I could hear her stifling a laugh.

"Shut up." I giggled.

"I'm still waiting for the details Grace." she demanded.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, the persistent pain in the ass strikes again.