Forbidden Attraction (Book 1)✔

♤Chapter 4♤

   Getting my mother to agree to me going out with Chris and his friends took some time. Two days to be exact. Even after letting her know that it's a daytime event and that I'd still be home even before she was, she was still skeptic.

 I'd proceeded to remind her that it wasn't a date and that it was a group thing. She was so sure that I was lying. But then I laid it on thick by reminding her that I don't usually go anywhere and she's the one that's always saying I should go out and stop being “antisocial”. So after that, she softened up a little bit.

 After giving me that look and telling me to be home before she was, she'd agreed. In all honesty, if it wasn't Chris, I wouldn't have fought to get her permission and I'd gladly go back to school and told him that she said no. But I actually wanted to go.

 I thought it was a great victory.

 Though on Friday morning when Chris came into class, early mind you, and sat down next to me with a box and a transparent cup with brown liquid in it and said, “We're not going.”

 I found myself thinking:

 Yes!

 I turn to look at him, “Why?” I asked. I was genuinely curious.

 I reached up to my phone resting on the desk and lowered the music in my earbuds and took the one in my right ear out so I could hear him better.

 He took a sip from the straw of his drink and set it down on the table, then ran his tongue over his bottom lip—which I followed with my eyes—before saying, “I'm not feeling it. They're going ice skating and I'm not about to sit on the sidelines again and watch. Not in the mood.”

 “You can't ice skate?” I asked, watching him flip the box open while shaking his head, “Me either,” I grinned.

 His eyes flipped up to mine and he lets out a laugh. Then he pushes the box in my direction and nods at it. My gaze moves to the box holding six donuts looking incredibly edible with their different toppings.

 I shook my head, “I'm good.”

 He made a face, “Just take one.”

 I made a face back at him, “Umm, okay,” I said with a small laugh but didn't move to take it.

 “Seriously?” He said.

 I laughed, “I'm not hungry!”

 “I'm not about to sit here,” He starts, staring at me blankly, “And eat six donuts by myself.”

 I stare back at him, shaking my head and reached for my water bottle that was sitting at the edge of my desk and took a drink from it.

 After I finished, I leaned forward, eyeing the donuts and reached for the plain one. I liked those a lot more than the others.

 “Did you ask your mom already?” He asked, taking the one that had a sort of brown icing on the top.

 I nodding, reaching up to hold a hand over my mouth as I chewed, “Yeah,” I chewed out before swallowing and dropping my hand, “It wasn't easy either,” I told him, “She said yes though.”

 He nodded, his jaw clenching repeatedly as he chewed and I found myself staring at the sight. It was incredibly satisfying.

 “I did want to see this one movie that came out a couple days ago. I didn't know when I'd get to see it,” He said.

 “What movie?” I asked, reaching for my water bottle again.

 “Insidious,” He said.

 I shook my head, “Oooohhhh nooooo,” I drawled and he laughed.