Chances of That

Ouch, My Heart

My hand throbbed for hours after. In fact even when I was on my way home from spending the day out with Olive and Matt, it felt like I'd been stung by a gizillion hornets, and this, was not a pleasant feeling.

I walked down my road with Matt like last time. I rub my hands up my arms as the temperature had dropped dramatically. Matt obviously saw this as he took off his baseball jumper and placed it round my shoulders.

"Oh no Matt, honestly it's fine!" I tried to shrug it off but he placed his hands on my shoulders.

"I don't want you being cold. Besides, I'm warm enough." He put his hands in his pockets and we continued walking in silence.

I couldn't help but check him out while we walked together. His muscles bulged through his white t-shirt and his pecks were incredible. He's literally the type of you guy that you would want to show up to a bachelorette party when you called for a stripper! And that butt ...

"Are you .. checking out my butt?"

I stopped in my tracks. "What?! Psssh .. No. What would make you .. like why would I ... Yes." He laughed and wiggled his bum at me.

"You wanna touch it?" He said with a wink.

"Ew gross! Come on Matty I just ate!" But thinking in my head 'Oh my god YES! And your pecks!'.

As we near my house, his hand somehow finds mine and he holds it quite ... roughly. His grip is too tight and he's kind of giving my hand a cramp!

I decide to power through as I can teach him how to hold hands properly once we're in a relationship.

OMG.

Did I just think that ... Did i just say (in my head) once we're in a relationship?!

Damn. Maybe I do like him?

We get to my house and I go to give him a hug but he doesn't let go of my hand.

All I can think is 'I am so glad he's not holding the hand I hit Peter with'.

Peter. Peter. Peter ... PETER.

I see him looking out of his window at us. Lucky for him, I swing like a girl, so my punch really didn't effect his stupidly hot face that much.

But it bloody hurt me.

"Sophie. I know I said that we should wait. But I can't help thinking that you give me signs that you like me. And you let me hold your hand and stuff ..."

He continues to talk, oblivious to the fact that I'm staring at Peter the whole time. I know I should be listening to what Matt's saying as the mood's turned all serious and it's probably quite important, but the look that Peter's giving me makes me feel like I can't be doing this with Matt.

I cut Matt off by saying, "Let's not do this right now, ok?"

A very dazed Matt stared at me. I give him his jacket back and make a break for the front door.

Phew, I think, narrowly escaped that one.

I walk into the bathroom, that's situated right next to my room. I splash water on my face, open the window and lean out to look round to the front of the house where I just left Matt. He'd started walking back down the road, towards home. I sigh to myself, I feel bad about what I just did, but it didn't feel right. I didn't want Matt to confess his feelings and stuff with Peter peering over us and making me feel quite uncomfortable.

I steal a sneaky sideways glance towards Peter's window and see that he's not there.

Typical man. There when you don't want them, gone when you do.