The Game We Play [COMPLETED]

11.

Over the weekend I hung out with Adam. I had nothing better to do, and it was pretty fun. We mostly walked around his school and talked about the littlest things. I think I really like him. I honestly don't care if he goes to our school's rivalry school. Someone taps me on the shoulder, I turn to see Heather.

"I'm back!" She opens her arms for a hug

"Hey! How was Florida?" I ask

"It was okay" she shrugs

"Okay? What happened?" I asked

"It was weird, seeing my dad. It felt like him and mom never divorced" Heather then crossed her arms and pouts "By the way I'm mad at you!"

"Why did I do?" I ask

"We were supposed to hang out the day I got back!" She gently pushes me

"I totally forgot! I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, as long as you were hanging out with Ashton it's fine" she smiles

"What do you mean?" I ask

"I thought you guys liked each other" her face contorts into confusion

"Why would you say that?" I ask

"Because you guys keep saying you "hate" each other when in reality you guys like each other but don't want to admit it because for so long you guys actually hated each other but aren't ready for change." She breathes

"No, that's not what's happening, but I did meet a boy" I smile

"Who?" She asks jumping up and down

"I can't tell you until it's official, but I will tell you he's super cute" I chuckle at her

"Talking about me again, ladies?"

Ugh, Ashton.

"There's nothing cute about you" I state, ticked off by him

"The thousands of girls in our school don't second that" he smirks

"That's because they don't see how much of an egotistical hormonal fuckboy you are." I close my locker

"Well the boys at this school don't see how much of a bratty little whore you are."

 I know I should ignore him but how can I not punch his punchable face? So that's what I did, or at least tried to do. His hand caught my fist.

After school Ashton is sitting on my front porch, "What are you doing here?" I ask

"You're my tutor" he says in a duh tone

"Get a another one" I mimic his tone.

"I tried already but the teacher said no"

 I let out a sigh, he follows me into the house and I remember his jacket. I get it from the table and hand him his nice smelling jacket.

"That's where it went"

We go into my room and I tutor him. Making small talk as we're finishing up a worksheet, "So, how's it going with your brother and all?" He asks

"Fine, I guess" I shurg.

Speaking of the dimwit, Lucas walks in. I know my door was open but he could've at least knocked.

"What is he doing here?" He asks

"I'm tutoring him"

"That's all?" He asks suspiciously

"Yes. Can you blame him for being stupid?" I ask

"Hey!" Ashton butts in

"Well... I mean, that's not very nice Carter" Lucas crosses his arms

"I thought you hate him why are you defending him?" I ask

"As long as he's not harassing you he's fine"

"He's harassing me" I complain

"How?" Ashton asks

"Your presence bothers me" I tell him

"I'm not so dandy about you tutoring me but I'm not complaining"

"Well I'm going to meet up with some friends" Lucas informs

We start to study again until it's time for Ashton to leave. As I close the front door, after saying goodbye, I check my phone. I got one message from Adam.

 Adam- Hey, you wanna hang out after school tomorrow?

Carter - Sure

Adam - I'll meet you at the mall

Does this count as a date? Should I ask him? Nah, I don't want to rush things, I want to get to know him.