Fuck. Ing. Run.
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Turns out when you have other things on your mind that you don't want there, you're a much better student. You focus more on classes. My notes are amazing, and clear. I think I'm starting to understand this whole leaning concept. Turns out these people come in everyday, and teach you things. I swear. It's the people who stand in front of the room and talk. But it's not just talking, it's talking about things. Here's where it gets creepy. They talk about a certain subject. What subject? The one the class is named after.
Mind blowing if you think about it too much.
And I certainly have.
I've also managed to count up the hours until I have to leave my house in order to be at a certain class room in 5 days. Well, 5 and a half.
Came up with a new, and improved plan A. It's seduction. Okay, I'm still working on that one. Really that's plan B. Plan A is pretty much doing what Rob told me to do. No flirting or fucking. Yes, completely serious here. I plan to spend so much time with Rob he'll have to fall in love with me. And that's where plan B comes back into play.
Rob could also, and this is a very slim chance, kill me.
But that's a minor detail.
I'm taking him out tonight. Dinner, just the two of us. Depending on how the night goes, a little flirting might come into play. With Rob. No matter how cute the waiter is.
The thing is, I've decided something. I think that if I flirt with Rob, he might catch on. He might put two and two together. And we will have four.
Math class. We're there's a person who talks. About math. God, still so damn amazing.
So Rob will either be unable contain his lust for me anymore, and we'll hurry home to have a night of passionate sex. It'll be slow at first, sweet. Kisses, touches. Lust building, clothes being discarded.
Seems I missed the point somewhere.
How long have I been standing at my door..?
Doesn't matter. I go inside, clean up a bit. Ask Rob when he wants to do dinner. Sit around and get even more nervous while waiting. Go out. And see what happens.
First enter the house.
No, first deep breath, and now enter the house.
I walk in, and Rob is sitting on the couch with a book in his lap. I walk to the couch, and sit next to him.
"Homework?"
"Yeah, pointless too. But might as well get it done." He says, making a face. I decide now's not the time to tell him my discovery of classes and the meaning behind them. Think he might know that anyway.
"Especially since you'll be too busy with me tonight to do it." Rob laughs. A little too hard. Well, he took that the wrong way. "I'm taking you out to dinner."
"Oh?" He looks from the book to me. I give a smile.
"Yes. Just you and me, my treat. You in?"
"Seriously?" He asks me, as if I wasn't already feeling weird about the night.
"Seriously."
Rob stares at me for a minute, and I try not to squirm. What if he's putting two and two together right now? That's not the plan. That's not four damnit. That's like 73. That's too soon and I will crumble. I have yet to talk myself up yet. Maybe I should just run from the room. No, just continue with what you're doing. Acting like a deer in headlights.
"Yeah, cool. Let me finish this up and shower."
Maybe I just panicked the smallest bit. I stand and give him a nod.
"Alright. I'll clean up some and get ready." I say, turning and walking to my room.
"Get prettied up for me."
It was a joke. It was a joke. It was a joke. I repeat that until I shut the door to my room, where I'm free to fucking freak out.
Do I get prettied up for him? Or do I not.
Do I say 'why yes darling, here I am and looking good for you'. Or 'hey, you didn't really expect me to, did you, it's just dinner'.
Or I could say 'why yes I look good for you, but only as a joke because I don't want you, honest'.
Or I look good for him and pray it's not mentioned.
I change shirts. That counts for something, right?
Not eventful happens the rest of the day. Or the beginning of dinner. I'm sat and smiling, looking to Rob while eating. I've been on best behavior. He's been talking, I've been talking. There's been smiling and laughter. I'm very proud of myself right now.
"Brad." I look up to him, putting my fork onto my plate. "I kind of.."
I'm frowning now. 'I kind of' never goes good. I try and swallow the lump in my throat.
"I kinda of saw you in the shower. The other night. And you. The curtain was back. Like, all the way. And you were.."
Oh god oh god. Cute boy. Cute boy please wake me up again. Please wake me up again. Ugly boy wake me up. I don't care. Just someone wake me up.
"Did you... God I feel stupid even asking, but did you want me to see you? You told me to come in after all."
Shit shit shit. Run. Get up and run.
"I.." I start, and he's staring at me.
Deny! There's the right option. Deny deny deny.
"If it's something, if I took this the wrong way just tell me. And I'll never speak of it again."
Here's you're chance. Deny.
"I.."
Fuck. Ing. Run.
