Hearts ✓

Four 💕

Choose who you trust  then choose who  to tell

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I could tell Jake was trying to proceed with phase one.

Nice try Jake, you're going to have to do more than just flash your smile and have nice blue eyes for me to consider you a friend.

Then it hit me, If Jake kept thinking that I didn't trust him and didn't consider him a friend, then he would never be able to continue with each of the phases because he was stuck on the first one until he ran out of time.

I was a genius.

Lauren was completely reluctant, in fact, opposing. She looked at me and told me in the face how I would not realize how smart these boys were. Apparently, they were really good at what they did, but only one of her sentences stuck with me like superglue squeezed onto paper.

Callie, you don't know anything until you see the truth. 

Meaning that if he was hiding behind a facade with me, I would only ever realize the truth during the one month mark. As much as I hated admitting defeat, Lauren was right on this one.

The phone was quivering between my fingers, my grip loosening every few seconds. I wasn't sure what I would do. Everything was easier said than done. Ally had easily agreed to my idea, stating how it was perfect and would completely trick the minds, but like Lauren, Elliot proceeded to warn me with a list of precautions.

The stairs gave me the energy I had to go through with the day. I skipped up the stairs happily. If only life was this easy, climbing an endless void of stairs. Approaching my locker, I come across a familiar silhouette, something I've only seen for two days, but had seemingly grown accustomed to already.

Jake rests his entire weight on my locker, leaning onto it oh-so-casually. I take a mental note to ask someone to have it fixed before I proceed to shoo him away with my very crappy convincing skills.

"Are we going to have the same conversation we had when you sat on my porch." I frowned at him.

"So, want to grab a drink with me after school."

Wow, this boy had one big head. Without even knowing me for a day, he was already trying to skip to phase two.

"Sorry, I only do that with friends. So no."

"Since we're friends, you might as well come." He smiles sheepishly.

This boy was way in over his head. Egotistical douchebag, that was one way to say it.

"Hmmm, no we're not." I simply roll my eyes and strut off to class. It's usually the other way, the boy charming his way, and then leaving the girl with no response, and although Jake was one of those boys, I had no intention of letting him do so.

Another maths lesson with Mr. Harrod. This one was more relaxed because the boys weren't huddled in a corner, they were actually sitting in their respective desks.

Soon enough, the lunch bell rang signaling the end of the third period. Students were fighting in terms of speed to reach the front of the lunch queue. To my luck, I was one of the first in the queue, however, Jake, who happened to be in front of me was dedicated to taking his time.

I mentally rolled my eyes. Soon it was my turn, and I quickly paid for my lunch and sat with my friends.

To my dismay, a brown-headed Jake sits next to me. "If you come for a drink, I'll buy you one, free of charge."

"Drink of my choice?" Unfortunately, everyone knew how much I couldn't reject free drinks. It was an absolute must since we're underaged, 'drink' basically means a caffeine supplement.

Ally sent me a withering glare from across the table. "I thought you were helping me finish my science project today?" She lied.

It took me approximately two seconds to snap back to reality. "Oh yeah, right-uh huh. Sorry, can't come."

A smirk crept up his face. "Oh?"

"Yeah."

"What about?"

"I'm not your property, I don't answer to you." I grimaced.

"Okay, okay." He raised his hands up in defeat and walked back to his usual lunch table.

"Your welcome for the save." Ally rolls her eyes. "Now your gonna have to actually help me with my project."

"Oh well," I laugh. "I might just have to raid your fridge then."

Jake was waiting for me by the exit. He was wearing a red hoodie that covered nearly all his hair and a pair of sunglasses. He had also switched to a pair of trainers.

"Thought you were working on a project with Ally."

I grabbed Ally. "Yes. We are."

"Last chance."

"Your offer has been turned down more times than I can count."

"Well, then you must be failing math."

This boy was trouble, and boy was I so ready for it.