Boy vs. Girl ✔️

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"Nice," Kate smirked, picking at her bowl of lettuce and some suspicious looking tomatoes.

"You like him," Hadley told me, her tone making me blush.

"No. God no," I assured her, but she didn't seem convinced.

"There's a thin line between love and hate," Hadley smiled.

"Not if the hate is really deep," I shot back, glaring at her.

"Well, what about Jace?" Hadley pressed.

"What about him?" I asked, deliberately trying to avoid her question. But she didn't understand that.

"Do you like him?" Hadley asked me, her green eyes looking intently at me.

"I don't know," I confessed.

"Well, he seems to like you," Hadley told me, shrugging. She turned back to her pizza, and I stared at my own lunch, a plain old grilled cheese.

"He does like you," Kate told me, still picking at her lettuce.

"No I don't think so," I reassured, myself or Kate, I don't know which, and took a bite of my sandwich.

Did Jace like me?

Did I like him?

•••

"No," I said, before Asher, who was currently leaning against the locker near mine, even bothered opening his mouth. He glared at me in annoyance and tried to speak again.

"Definitely not," I told him, slamming my locker door shut.

"I just wanted to ask you if you were going to library today," Asher asked, his words quick and rushed, falling over one another sloppily. He sent me a smug smile, as I rolled my eyes. 

"Now, probably not," I admitted, walking away from my locker to end the conversation.  But he followed me.

Why couldn't people just understand simple human actions? If I walked away from you, I don't want to talk to you.

But comprehending things was beyond Asher's mental capacity.

"But the Mesopotamian culture books expire today," he smirked, but then quickly added, "I won't prank you, you have my word."

"Your word means nothing to me," I told him, my voice blatant whilst rolling my eyes.

"Can't we just call it even?" Asher asked me, his eyes pleading, and my eyebrows shot up in suspicion and amusement. "I mean, you broke into my house, and I fake kidnapped you. Truce?"

"It's not called breaking in, if you were let in," I told him, sighing in relief when I reached my classroom.

"Who let you in?" Asher exclaimed.

"Your mother," I smirked, and stepped into my math class.

•••

I walked to the library after school.

Yes, I knew it was suicide.

Yes, I knew I was probably going to fall into one of Asher's immature pranks (okay, maybe that was a little hypocritical.).

Yes, it was going to be awkward around Jace after my friends' lunchtime revelations.

But I had to return the fucking books. Asher wasn't worth the 25 cents.

I was so done with Mesopotamian culture.

I relaxed as the comfortable air of the library hit me. I walked over to where Jace was sitting, this time listening to music and doing what looked like inventory. I slammed the two books in front of him, and he looked up at me, disgruntled.

"Hi," I chirped, taking out my library card and handing it to him.

"Hey," he replied, his voice monotonous. He scanned the books, and placed them on one of the piles surrounding him. He didn't act like he liked me right now, right? I mean how do people act around the people they like? I flashed him a brief smile, grabbed my card, and turned to leave.

Preferably quickly.

But of course, Asher, along with a couple of his jock friends, came through the doors just as I reached them.

And of course, he spotted me before I could shriek internally, and maybe externally, and run away. Well, walk away. Fast.

"Hey," Asher smirked at me, and I rolled my eyes, "I thought you weren't coming?"

"Had to return the books," I told him through gritted teeth, forcing a smile on my face.

"You look constipated."

"Well, at least I don't look like an egotistical maniac," I snapped.

"Egotistical maniacs are hot," he shrugged.

"As hot as ice."

"I bet I can get ice to be pretty hot," he winked. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"You're an idiot," I mumbled, and turned to move past him. He grabbed my arm roughly, and pressed my back up against the wooden shelf behind me. He hovered near me, a small, ever present, smirk playing on his lips.

"I think we established that," he whispered into my ear softly, his hot breath tickling my ear. I could feel a slow tingle running down my body, but I didn't betray that emotion. It was just his proximity doing that to me, right? "We also established that I'm hot."

"Hot? In your dreams," I scoffed.

"You mean, in your dreams," he corrected me, his body still close enough to me to mess with my thoughts. Every word he whispered in my ear magnified the tingle running through my body.

"In my nightmares?" I suggested, and he rolled his eyes dramatically.

"I'll give you something to dream about," he spoke softly, and skimmed his nose on my collarbone. I would've shoved him off of me, but I was too paralyzed, too shocked, for my brain to follow through with that action. My breath caught as he brushed his lips against my neck, pushing back my hair.

And then he was gone.

He just moved his hands from my waist and walked away.

And I could still feel his soft lips brushing against my skin gently.

Well shit.

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Boy: 4 Girl: 3