Not His Girl

Does He Really Like Musicals, Or Is He Just Trying To Get In My Pants?

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Excuse the mistakes

Dedicated to Shady234 because she's insanely jealous of me because I GOT TO MEET PANIC! AT THE DISCO LAST NIGHT! I GOT A PICK FROM BRENDON!

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"Your options are Chinese or Pizza; take your pick."

I put the takeout menus in front of Duke on the kitchen island and crossed my arms over my chest as he picked them up and studied the options. I didn't really care what he wanted since the pizza place was the best I'd ever had, and the Chinese restaurant, which was the only one that delivered, wasn't half bad either.

"How about a BBQ chicken pizza?" Duke suggested, closing the menu.

"That's fine," I replied, not mentioning that that was my favorite pizza. I unlocked my phone and I dialed the pizza place's number from memory. It took less than five minutes to order the pizza and pay with my mom's credit card over the phone, and after I hung up, the kitchen fell into silence.

"So," I drawled, running a hand through my hair, "the pizza is going to be here in about half an hour. If you want a snack or whatever before then, go ahead, but the slices are pretty big."

"Sounds good, Harper," Duke replied, and I rolled my eyes. He was still saying my name in an emphasizing, teasing way because of what happened at the wedding reception. It had gotten old about fifteen minutes into dinner last night, so I really didn't need him to continue. However, Duke could tell it annoyed me which made him do it more.

Talk about frustrating.

I turned and started out of the kitchen, and Duke called after me and asked, "where are you going?"

"To change into something more comfortable," I replied over my shoulder. Even though it was five thirty, and I'd been home since school had ended, I hadn't changed out of my dress. I was ready to switch to something more comfortable, and I had a certain pair of sweatpants calling my name.

"If by comfortable, you mean a pair of short shorts and a sports bra, I'm all for it," Duke called from behind me, and I turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Just out of curiosity," I said, setting a hand on my hip, "Do your lines actually work on women?"

"Usually," Duke replied with a shrug, and I frowned.

"That's disappointing," I muttered, and then I walked out of the kitchen without another word.

I hopped up the stairs and padded down the hall to my bedroom, and I made sure to close the door before pulled off my over shirt and dress. Then, I grabbed my gray, insanely soft and warm sweatpants from the bottom drawer of my dresser and yanked them on. I tugged a ribbed, red tank top on and pulled my hair up into a loose bun.

I grabbed my laptop off of my desk, since I had a few reading questions for English to type up, and then I walked out of my bedroom and back down the stairs. I entered the living room to find Duke sitting comfortably on the sofa, watching a movie I thought to be Gladiator on the TV.

He sensed me walk in, and when he looked up, Duke smirked. "Usually when a girl says they're changing into something comfortable, they mean something sexy," he commented, and I flipped him off.

"When I say comfortable, I mean comfortable," I stated, and I sat down on the opposite side of the L-shaped sofa.

"Makes sense," Duke replied with a shrug.