The Almost Rejection

9. The "Date"

"I want you all to consider, if just, for a moment what it would be like to live in a world where these myths weren't myths at all.  Where you like, say Percy Jackson where a demigod.  What would it be like?  Would you like it?  Or-"

"I don't believe in that stuff.  I believe in God so it would be bad."  Said an annoying guy whose name I couldn't quite remember.  Conner sat beside me in jeans and a t-shirt and still looked like what one might imagine a Greek god to look like.  It wasn't fair that guys wore whatever and looked amazing but girls had to work hard to look even a smidge good.

"That's why I said let's consider.  I know that it isn't real and if you don't like what we talk about in this class Mr. Matthews maybe you should change to another elective."  Ms. Hall was not amused by his smirk.  As the class droned on I doodled some more.  A few minutes after the incident with Ms. Hall and the boy a folded sheet of white paper landed on the corner of my desk.  I looked over at Conner who was intently staring ahead I rolled my eyes and unfolded the note.

hey! we should go on a date tonite.

I quickly wrote back.

I think not

He frowned and began wring again

y is that??? I know u like me ;)

Rolling my eyes at this I wrote back

Thinking someone is good-looking doesn't mean they like u

 

u think im hot

He was smirking and I didn't approve

who doesn't? but it means NOTHING!!!

sure it doesn't

it doesn't

whatever helps u sleep at nite.  so about this date I was thinking 6

no

yes

no

yes

I am not going out with you

He smiled and marked out the not in my last thing

so it's a yes then

ok but only to work on out project it's not a date just partner work on a project

like I said whatever helps u sleep at nite.  and I know u dream about me

no I don't

ur blush says it all

I was angry but also trilled.  He wants us!!! Of course he wasn't getting it that easily.  And on type of it all I was blushing.  Thankfully the bell rang saving me from answering his stare and note.

We had decided later on that we would meet at my house to work on our project because my mom wasn't home.  Though I didn't think that was a good thing. 

"Nice place," Conner commented walking into my house. 

"Thanks," I said with an eye roll.

"So let's do it in your room."  I blushed at that happy his back was turned so he didn't see.  He then proceeded to walk up the stairs and head straight for my room.  I sighed but followed behind. 

"When was the last time you changed your room?"  I knew why he asked. 

"When I was twelve I think." 

"Really?"  He was surprised by this.

"Yes, just because you rejected me-"

"Almost, almost rejected you."  He said this cringing.

"Ok, then, just because you almost rejected me doesn't mean that I changed everything just to get you back.  My hair and clothes style aren't for your benefit.  If anything they are more me then how I once looked and now I'm accepting the real me without caring what you or anyone else says.  Just because I once looked like a nerd meant that I was one, I am and will always be an intellectual badass.  And-" He stopped me by putting a hand over my mouth. 

"I like you better natural.  This way.  Not because you're prettier but because it's more you.  If I had known this was who you truly were back then then I wouldn't hav-" I put a hand over his mouth not wanting to hear that either.

"Let's get to work," I said taking his hand off of my mouth.

CONNER

 

"Let's get to work," she said as I looked around her room again.  The walls were a deep purple nothing like the pink or yellow I expected to be there.  Where I though silly boy bands and such would cover the walls they didn't.  She had a poster of My Chemical Romance, Greenday, Paramore, and a few others.  She had a desk and a bookshelf full of worn books.  Though she read didn't make her any less attractive.  She was neat but not in an OCD kind of way.  The room had a punkish edge to it that suited her new look and attitude.  Also I could see the edge of a bottle peaking out from behind her desk.

She had sat down in her desk chair whereas I decided to lunge on her nice comfy bed.  Sniffing in the sweet smell of her.  Vanilla and dirt.  In a good way.  She was going on and on about Artemis.  In class I about fall asleep when the teacher talks about it but when Tris does I can't help but enjoy it.  I was actually learning from her.  She was an amazing teacher and keep it all interesting.  I could listen to her speak over anything for the rest of forever and be content just in her presence with her soft, soothing voice surrounding me.  The smell of her descending like a fog onto me making me high with the sweet addictiveness of it.

We just talked today saying that another day we would actually start on our board.  I couldn't help but feel that I wasn't the only one trying to slow down our project's process just to spend more time together.  I smiled all the way home feeling me face ache with it but totally unable to wipe the silly love struck puppy smile off my face.