I Meet the Mutt [CURRENTLY BEING EDITED]

16 | Chilling With My Lad

I was sitting on my bed, homework stacked messily on my desk with my laptop propped up against the headboard. My headphones were on my head, promptly blocking out all noise. I was busy writing up the program for that website of mine I was working on.

It was around four, two hours after I'd gotten home from school, and my enormous bundle of homework wasn't getting any smaller. On any other day, I'd be hurriedly finishing it and Skyping all my friends so we could all persevere through the hell.

In high school, if you're in most AP classes, it's smart to get yourself a huge group of smart kids. That way, you can always have someone to rely on when times get...desperate.

But right now? Lying on my bed with only music in my ears? It was such a good break from always doing homework and only doing homework. I'd just gotten my first taste of procrastination—and it was addicting as fuck.

Not to mention I'd changed since coming home from school. At school, I had to be as presentable as possible, which meant suffering through gym with tight-ass skinny jeans. That also meant tugging them up every few minutes, because when it's six in the morning and you're dying from drowsiness, you're not going to bother fishing in your dresser for a belt.

Now, however, I was wearing an oversized black sweatshirt, with the logo of a YouTuber I used to watch and simple black leggings. My hair was put in a messy ponytail. If Victoria were to walk into my room and take a glance at my attire, she'd probably wrinkle her nose and ridicule me.

I nearly snorted at the idea, so thankful I wasn't getting any visitors—when the doorbell rang, ironically.

"What the hell?" I muttered, pausing my laptop as I pulled on my hobbit slippers and raced down the stairs. My parents and sister rarely rang the doorbell, as they just walked in without a warning and went about their business.

As I peered from the side window, I groaned out loud.

"What in the world are you doing here?"

"Here for your party, of course! I even brought my own party hat," Josh announced loudly, adjusting his party hat so it would fit his head. I noticed in one hand he was also holding a box of Godiva chocolates.

Hmm, maybe this could work after all.

Regardless, I let him in, only before grumbling, "You know, if my parents or Victoria walk in and catch you in here, I'm dead."

He smirked at me. "Please. You're already dead because my presence is overwhelming you." Josh moved closer, looping his arms around my neck and placing his head just above mine. "Isn't that right, Angel?"

Dear Heart:

I don't know what's wrong with you. But I can only tell you to stop running the marathon. It's driving me insane and making me think that you're trying to tell me that I like...

Ugh. Whatever. So not saying his name here. Seriously, stop. I don't need any more drama in my life.

From,

Sensitive Patient

"Yep. Definitely dead," Josh muttered, just as I snapped out of whatever I was in. My heart, thank God, had finally returned to its normal rate, but my hands were unusually clammy.

Josh had already been with me in my house before, and alone at that—this time was different. I already knew that whenever we were alone, there was something in the air that hinted at an element that went a little bit beyond friends. We weren't close or anything, yet every time we were near each other...and only by ourselves...well, let's just say in those times the possibility of a romantic moment was very high.