Moving on

17. A Nerd's Help

I didn't see Jayce the next morning to walk with me, so I assumed he skateboarded. No matter, I'll just confront him either before or during lunch. I near the stop sign when someone covers my eyes and I roll them while they're shut.

"Lay off Darrin. Not in the mood." I mumble, moving his hands away. Thankfully he obliges.  I'm so set on figuring out who the mystery texter is, I don't even question why Darrin didn't drive.

"Who pissed in your cinnamon toast crunch?" He questions.

"Ugh don't talk about cereal. I bolted out of there before eating breakfast and I could really use a granola bar and some coffee." I whine.

"Why didn't you eat anything?" He asks.

"Ari was giving me some really judgy glares and I thought 'fuck it, I don't need this' and ran out."

"You need to fix things wi-

"Drop it."

...

"I have a pack of fruit snacks if you want." He offers after some uncomfortable seconds of silence as we walked.

"That would be awesome!" I beam as he handed me the source of my happiness at the moment.

"Work things out." He says quickly, rushing into the building before I can cut him off or tell him to back off. Sighing, I shove the fruit snacks in my mouth, crumple the packaging, and toss it into the bin near the front door before walking in myself. When I get to my locker, I practically throw the stuff I don't need for now in it and slam it shut because like said, I just liked the sound.

"Why hello there." A voice says, pressing me against my locker a bit firmly. I giggle at the familiarity and turn around to see Jayce smiling.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask.

"Just wanted to kiss you honestly." He admits, leaning in. I stop him for a second, making sure no one was around because I don't do PDA. However, Jayce looked slightly hurt. Once I saw the hallway was clear (it was early in the morning and like I said, no one really used their locker this early in the morning or really ever), I pressed my lips to his and luckily, he kissed back.

"Why'd you stop me before?" He asks as we pull away.

"Didn't want anyone watching." I explain.

"Not a fan of PDA?" he asks. I nod. He licks his lips and then slightly widens his eyes.

"Your lips are fruity." He accuses with an amused smile.

"Well I did just have fruit snacks." I point out, licking my own lips and frowning. "Ewww, you ate a strawberry pop tart, didn't you?" I question.

"Hey, what do you mean ew? Those things are delicious." He defends.

"No, real strawberries are delicious. Strawberry pop tarts, are not." I say snippily.

"Well in any case, I should get to class and you should too fruity lips. See you at lunch?" He asks hopefully.

"Definitely." I answer, giving him a smile. He kisses my cheek goodbye and I smile wider, waving as he left. 

Shit, I forgot to get his number.

Wait, did he just call me fruity lips?!

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"When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say nooo~"

"Skylar, I'll literally give you a dollar if you stop singing." Kenny begs, reaching for his wallet. I nod eagerly as he hands me a crumpled up Washington and smirk. I love my horrible voice. Others get money for a great one, but it's almost equally as easy to get some with a terrible one.