Strangers, Friends and All the In Between

Chapter 5

"How did your date go last night?" Ryan asks me as we sit down to eat lunch. I just groan in response. "That well, huh?"

"God, I swear she gets so drunk so easily and then decides to be a fucking baby about the tiniest things," I complain.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad," she says.

"She tried to kiss me, threatened to break my bike if I didn't, causing me to tell her I'm not a guy."

"Aaron, what the hell? You told her your secret? You've built up this reputation for years and now you've just thrown it all away," Ryan scolds me. I just shrugged my shoulders. "You've just fucked yourself over." She shakes her head as she looks down, picking up her food.

"If she tells anyone, I could say that she was drunk that night, which she was, and that she made up the whole thing," I say. "People would believe me over her anyways."

"People would believe you over who?" Sam questions as she walks over and takes the empty seat next to me.

"That chick that I took to the party last night. I told her I wasn't a guy 'cause she threatened to break my bike. So, I told her if she did that, I wouldn't hesitate to break her arm. She said I couldn't hurt her 'cause I'm a guy and that's when I told her I'm not a guy," I explain to her. She nods her in understanding as she goes to take a bite.

"By the way, I didn't get to tell you looked in that get up you were wearing last night," she says, donning a different tone than before as she smiled a slight smile at me.

"Thanks. You didn't look too bad yourself," I say, flirtatiously.

'Shit. Did I really just say that? Oh god, what am I doing?'

"Not too bad? You said last night that you thought I looked great," she responds, smirking at me. "It surprised me that you actually noticed what I was wearing."

"I mean, how could I not? It hugged your curves in all the right ways."

'What the hell was that? Seriously, why are you doing this? I don't know! Then, stop it!'

"Really? You thought that I looked that good?" she questions, elbows on the table, hands locked together and head resting on them as her smirk only grew wider. I feel my cheeks begin to grow warm. "Aw, you're blushing. How cute." She puts her hand to my cheek, causing me to blush a deeper shade. I avert my face from her.

'What the hell? I swear it's like everything she does causes me to feel so insecure. Why am I trying so hard for her to think well of me? I haven't cared what people thought of me in so long.'

The whistle blows, signaling the end of lunch. I quickly grab my leftovers, stuffing them back into my lunch bag. I pick up the trash and throw it away in the nearest garbage can. I walk over to the set of double doors that signals the end of the cafeteria.

I begin to head to my next class when I'm grabbed by an arm and pulled off to the side. I look to see who the kidnapper was and saw those famous green eyes that I can't seem to get enough of.

"Could I come over to your house tonight?" she asks, touching my left arm and whispering into my right ear. I find myself unconsciously nodding my head before I could even conjure up a coherent thought. She pulls away slightly, smirking. "Perfect. I'll be waiting after school by the motorbike that's so obviously yours." She smiles before walking away to her next class.

'Does that girl have some sort of spell on me or something? What the hell is wrong with me?'

I walk off to my class that I was in by myself without any of my friends. I took my seat where I normally am for this class. From the time I sit in that class until the end of the school day, I could not take my thoughts off of Sam. Her piercing green eyes never letting go of mine. Her hand on my cheek and how warm it felt. Her tone of voice. Her breath on my neck as she spoke into my ear.