Chapter Six: Man-baby

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"Hey, Dad!" I said as I walked out of my room. I had decided on wearing my pair of trusty, old, faded skinny jeans, compiled with a white v-neck, converse, and one of Dad's old flannels to combat the chilly morning air.

"Whats up, Kiddo?"

Dad was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and forking in some eggs.

"I made and acquaintance," I responded sitting down and putting some of the leftover eggs onto the extra plate left sitting on the table.

"mhm, and what this acquaintances name?"

Dad knew the drill. No friends, just simple acquaintances. As a child when I started referring to the people I hung out with that way he thought it was problematic. I remembered him saying.

"You can have healthy relationships with people even if its only for a short period of time," He scolded six year old me.

He said, "You can write them letters when you leave, and you can send them post cards of all the cool and awesome paces you visit."

I thought it was kind of funny now. My Dad actually trying to convince me that I could have lasting relationships. When you moved every six month there was barely any time to build anything. Who was he trying to kid?

And on the odd occasion that I ended up making a "real friend" all they became was an acquaintance. Time and space did that to relationships, and I wasn't going to be the one to glamorize that.

"His name is Ben, I sit with him in my law class," I replied before scooping a heaping spoonful of scrambled eggs into my mouth.

"That was quick," my Dad commented.

I shrugged my shoulders, my mouth was too full to reply.

"So," Dad said, "Saturday night uncle Mark is having us over for dinner."

"Okay," I mumbled through the food in my mouth.

This would just be like meeting one of Dads high school pals, or long lost friends. We would spend a tremendous amount of time with them while we were here, but when we left they would be forgotten like everyone else.

I quickly shoved a couple more scoops of egg into my mouth, grabbed my Dads cup of coffee and took a big scorching gulp before I was grabbing my backpack off the kitchen floor.

"See ya, Dad," I yelled as I slammed the front door and jumped into the front seat of the rusted out old truck sitting in our driveway.

***

I parked in the back of the student parking lot about fifteen minutes before class was to start.

I spotted a bunch of expensive looking cars sitting in the parking lot.

BMW's, Lexus's, Range Rovers.

Like what the fuck guys? This was Asheville, small northern Ontarian town with nothing to do , this wasn't a flipping episode of 'Gossip Girl.'

Shaking my head I headed into the building and straight towards my locker. And what do you suppose I find? A fricken tall boy with impossibly gorgeous green eyes and shaggy brown hair. He was leaning against my locker all cool and casual on his phone looking like he was walking off some magazine cover or something.

I walked up slowly, almost considering bypassing it altogether and just head straight to class.

But I had left my law text book in there, which meant I would have to come all the way back to this side of the school and still make it to class on time.

So I ended up standing in front of the boy standing in front of my locker, waiting for him to realize I was there.

One.

Two.

Three.

He was still staring down at his phone.

I cleared my throat.

He still didn't acknowledge me.

I waited again.

One.

Two.

Three.

"are you going to move?" I questioned finally.

"On one condition," he responded, not bothering to glance up at me.

"And what might that be?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You go out for lunch with me," he looked up and gave me what I supposed was to be a charming smile, his green eyes twinkling.

Okay well it was a charming smile, a small fleet of butterflies took up a places in my stomach. And then I crushed it with my ever so reliant dose of reality.

I scrunched my eyebrows together and leveled Eli with a stare, "I don't know if you didn't get the memo yesterday and this is just you thinking that your behavior was completely acceptable and there is a chance that I would still go out with you, but just let me clear this up-" I said uncrossing my arms and instead resting my hands on my hips,"-I do not go out with boys that need to intimidate others to get what they want, namely you."

During my short speech I notice his eyes, they weren't their normal forest green, but closer to the colour black? His arms were crossed over his chest and his face, well his face looked utterly furious.

I feel like if this was actually something to get mad over Eli would've looked quite scary, but because this was just a simple rejection he kind of just looked like a baby pouting over not getting his soother.

Man baby.

I smiled. 

That only seemed to make his expression darken all the more. 

I rolled my eyes, shifted my back pack and spun on my heel,making a speedy getaway from all that nonsense.

I would get my textbook between classes.

***

When I entered my business class room every seat was filled except for the fateful one, in the front row, right next to Eli.

He wasn't looking down at his phone, or getting his notebook out, or talking to his peers. No, instead his forest green gaze was set on me, a funny smirk playing on his lips.

I sat down slowly, making sure not to brush him as I did so. He had turned his head towards the front of the class, but I could feel his eyes still following every movement I made as I set my backpack down, and prepared for class to begin.

The final bell rang and the teacher took up residence in the front of the class.

As soon as the power point went up I got my pencil out and began making notes. That is until I felt the hot breath of Eli skimming against my ear.

"You know, Jill, I really do love the chase."

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