Intertwined

Kinley

Kinley

Leon's blazing smile had never been more annoying.

I don't think anything could be more annoying.

Especially since I could stop staring at it.

Ever since Summer hinted at my supposed 'crush' on Leon, I've been a wreck. How she came to the conclusion that I liked that idiot, I'll never know, but it got under my skin.

On the one hand, he's rude, grouchy, quite possibly has a split personality, and thinks up infuriating nicknames.

On the other; he's so damn cute.

Of course, there could be others to the 'pros of Leon,' but if I thought up all of them, I'd be worse off than I am now.

Then Blakely had to go and decide that we were going to be starting our first partner project. On childhood. Wonderful.

When I voiced the concerns I had about discussing my childhood, more the paternal side of my childhood, to Summer, she said to just begin when Lucas (my step-father) married my mom. I found that suggestion plenty helpful, because they began dating when I was six and married when I was seven, and Jude was six. Then, I could just exclude all the summers until I was thirteen. Easy enough.

Leon and I had decided to meet during lunch, since we were finally finished detention, and I doubted either one of us wanted to spend any time out of school dealing with each other. Coincidentally, Leon had a study hall directly after his lunch as well.

"Leon!" I called, seeing him turning the corner. Apparently we're both dreadful at planning things, because even though we chose a day to do this, we didn't decided where we were doing it, or where we would meet up.

"Hey Princess, what's up?" he asked, looking rather placid. He expression didn't give off any hints of what he was thinking, which was odd, because Leon usually had a frown, scowl, or amused grin planted on his face.

"Where do you want to do the project thing?" I questioned, walking along side him. We were headed to his locker, or at least I assumed so. Leon shrugged.

"Well, Jessa and I usually go to this diner, and hang out there until study hall's over. We could do it there? Or in the library?" My suggestions seemed to ring on deaf ears, because Leon didn't seem to be listening to a word I was saying.

"Leon?"

"Hm?" he hummed, coming to a stop at his locker. I leaned on the one next to it, annoyed. "What did you say?" I repeated myself in a stiff tone.

"Oh, yeah yeah, the diner sounds fine," he said running a hand through his dark locks.

"Something on your mind, sunshine?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. He seemed awfully preoccupied. With my comment, though, his head snapped up, as if just joining in on the conversation. A wicked grin overtook the corners of his mouth.

"Sunshine?" he waggled his eyebrows at me, causing myself to groan.

"Let's go," I snapped, closing his locker door for him, and walking away.

"Coming sunshine!"

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"So," Leon said, tapping on the middle consol. We were in my car, on our way to the diner, and Leon was apparently trying to break through the stuff silence. "Where's Jessa?"

"She had an assignment that was due today, that she hadn't finished."

"Turning her into quite the procrastinator, aren't you?" he teased. I scowled deeply.