A Touchdown for the Girl

Chapter 6

Sara drags me behind a pillar, around a corner, and through one of our outdoor halls, successfully evading a certain boy. My best friend has officially decided that I am not to talk to Matt until Friday because she wants the "lecture" she gave him "to sink in"; not only that, she's also drilling me in on the final play of the flirting playbook and the first play in the dating playbook.

"I think we're safe," Sara mutters.

Rolling my eyes, I reply, "No shit, Sherlock. You practically ran, while taking the most obscure routes to end up back in the lunch area, where, by the way, he eats and knows we eat in."

"Ah, good point."

Once more we take a weird route to evade my crush, this time ending up in the parking lot.

Rolling my eyes, I perch myself on top of the curb, tossing my bag off to the side. Mindlessly, I begin eating my delicious apple, which is probably my most favorite food ever. The juice explodes across my tongue as my teeth puncture the skin, gaining access to the fleshy part.

Out of nowhere, while Sara is ranting in front of me, I see a group of people emerge from a row in the parking lot. One of the guy's laughter trails off as his impossibly blue eyes land on me. My fingers waggle, acknowledging him, and Sara ends her rant, seeing my attention focused elsewhere.

"Bloody hell," she mumbles in a nearly dead on British accent, eyes focusing on him. "How'd that scoundrel find us?"

"You've been working on your piece from "My Fair Lady" again, haven't you?"

She sighs exasperatedly at me. "Of course, dear. Theater Festival is in like a month."

I send a nod of acknowledgement at her, but my eyes are zeroed in on Matt, who is approaching us. He looks as breathtaking as always in a deep blue t-shirt and a black pair of shorts. I giggle at his outfit because me and him are sort of matching, just opposite, my jean shorts are nearly the color of his shirt and my black Nirvana t-shirt is the same dark black. Close enough for an inner fangirl such as myself.

"So, on a scale of 1 to an old boyfriend, how hard are you trying to avoid me, Avery?"

"The Black Plague," I deadpan.

A grin reaches across the both of our faces. "I suppose it's really unfortunate for you that I am most definitely going to get you then. Shouldn't have let me see your beauty, enchantress."

I giggle a little, the ever familiar blush creeping across my cheeks. Mock accusingly, I point a finger at Sara, who is simply glaring at Matt for messing up her well thought out plans. "It was her fault that I haven't seen you. I've been locked away, never to see the light of day... Hey, that rhymed!"

I chuckle again, at myself. There was no point in pretending that I was not absolutely bonkers. Matt smiles a little, but leaves his brow furrowed at me. "Sorry, Matt," I manage between my giggles. "Sleep deprivation and sugar."

"Alright," Sara grounds out, finally saying something as she places herself in front of Matt. "You have to leave. We're not ready yet."

"Ready? Yet?" he questions.

She waves dismissively, even going so far as to shove him away lightly to send him on his way before turning back to me. "Child, did you forget everything I said from yesterday."

Nibbling on my lip, I try to recall what I was supposed to do. Last play of flirting: Openly hint at being in a relationship, all the while, seducing him into desiring one of your kisses, which you don't give him until at least the second day you guys are together. "Well, now I remember, but I don't actually know how to do any of that. I mean, when you say seduce him, I feel like I have to be in lingerie, and hinting at a relationship, won't that make me desperate? Why the second day? Wh-"