Tempted (#Wattys2015)

Tempted:70:

2 weeks later:

*Bella*

12:07 PM

I took a bite of my sandwich, then a sip of my water, glancing at Justin doing homework beside me.

"Justin, you should eat. We've been here for five minutes and you're already doing homework."

"I can't fall behind though. I work a lot this week and-"

"Eat. Talk to me." I said, reaching up and ran my fingers through the back of his hair. "You can do that after you're done eating."

"Alright." He sighed, pushing his things off to the side and grabbed his paperbag. "How was your morning?"

"Good, slow, but good. Yours?"

"Good."

That's how I felt like all our conversations were now - at least recently. Justin was working now, I was working, when I wasn't I had therapy - and even then he was working.

The only tiime we saw each other was really lunch and our classes - and even then we weren't really talking. We were quiet in English, and in Chemistry I was often confused - feeling stupid for needing help, but he always helped me, and I always understood.

Then class would be over, we'd eat lunch, I'd go to dance and we'd drive home. He'd leave a few minutes later and me after him, only to be reunited in bed later, then the same thing would happen the next day.

I missed him.

He took a bite of his sandwich, and I looked down, then took another bite of mine, trying to distract myself.

That conversation felt pointless.

"So, I heard there's a spring dance coming up." Justin said, catching my attention again with a crooked grin on his face.

"Yeah, I know..."

"What? You knew? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, taking a sip of my water.

"Do you not want to go?"

"No I do, I just - figured you didn't want to go, and that we'd both be busy with work - or homework."

'Do you want to go?" He asked, sliding his hand on my leg and leaned in. "Because I want to go - with you."

"Really?" I straightened up, smiling at him - but still tried not to get my hopes up.

"Yeah, I do. I really do...Do I have to ask another way? You know, all cutesy."

"I mean, that'd be nice...but we're both busy, so no."

"What if I want to?"

"It didn't sound like you wanted to."

"I do." He nodded, pressing his lips to my cheek. "Isn't in three weeks?"

"Yeah, I think so." I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Well, if somebody else asks you in a really cute way that isn't me - you better say no."

"Hmm, I don't know." I teased, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"I'd be very mad." He grabbed my waist, pulling me into his side and kissed my cheek.

"I know. I don't want to go with anyone else anyway."

"That's my girl." He nuzzled his nose into my temple, earning a small giggle out of my before he went back to his sandwich.