Been You

Chapter 9: Spend Time With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

I'm sitting in Econ on a Monday morning, practically dying of boredom and Justin deprivation. Justin and I have been fucking all weekend, including this morning before class. And I'm pretty sure Aubree knows it too because she's smirking at my makeup-less face, baggy t-shirt, sweatpants, and ginormous slides. I haven't had a chance to stop back at my dorm. Hell, I haven't had a chance to leave Justin's bed. But I don't have any regrets. That boy can really put it down. I'm thinking of what Justin and I are gonna do once this class ends, when the chime of my cell phone interrupts. I look down at the notification.

Aubree: Somebody had a good time. Nice sex hair (;

I groan, embarrassed, trying make my hair more presentable by putting it up. No such luck. But I do manage to catch the attention of my professor. Great. He looks at me knowingly, seeing an opportunity to embarrass me, and no doubt, taking it. "Quiñones, I doubt you have the answer to number 5 on the homework."

He was right; I didn't. But I'm not about to go down that easily. While looking at the problem, and working it out in my head, I stall, "Actually sir, you might be surprised to know that I have completed all of last weekends homework, as well as tonight's homework, meaning that I can tell you that the answer to number 5 on the homework from the weekend is... 65%."

The professor squints at me skeptically, preparing to try to catch me again, but he's out of time. Class is over and everyone rushes to leave. I exhale, saved by the imaginary bell that would've rung if we were still in high school. As I speed walk to the door impatiently, Aubree breaks into a jog to match my pace and says, "That was amazing! I spent like an hour on that problem!"

I smile winningly at Aubree to say, "I'm just that good," before I bump into none other than, Justin. My stomach flips.

"Yes, you are," Justin says, smirking at me. My face gets hot. Why am I like this? I know why I'm like this. As much as I want to tell myself that it's just the sex, it's not anymore. Somewhere between that first kiss and now, I had fallen for Justin. Hard. And it was getting harder and harder to hide it with every second. "What do you wanna do, El?" I bite my lip, trying not to blurt it out to quickly, or seem to desperate. "Other than that," he says. What is he, reading my mind? I must have a dejected look, because he adds, "It's not that I don't love that because I really do love that, but I just I miss you. I miss talking to you. I miss spending time with you." My heart flutters. This shouldn't get to me like this, but it does. "You are my best friend after all." My heart sinks. But I don't let it show. I force a smile and pull him into a hug. After a moment, I pull away.

"Okay, best friend," I force out, "what would you like to spend our time together doing?" He thinks for a moment, then his face reveals that a lightbulb went on in his head.

"I'm gonna teach you how to ice skate!" He says excitedly. I immediately start shaking my head no while walking away. Justin knows how I feel about ice skating. It's too cold, the blades are too sharp, the blades are too thin to walk on, and the skates always leave me with large wounds and blisters all over my sensitive skin.

"Not. Gonna. Happen," I say adamantly.

"Oh yeah," he says, nodding with a mischievous grin on his face. He slowly inches toward me, as I back away. He lunges, grabs me, and spins me around. I shriek. This boy is lucky he's cute. His hold on me is so tight, I wouldn't be able to fight my way out of it if I tried. Not that I do, I'd rather be in Justin's arms than falling on my ass, any day. He begins carrying me to the campus ice rink. Oh, boy.