Make Me Perfect

Chapter 13 - Cowards And Delinquents

"We're going to the station tonight," I slammed my textbook down on a table in the library. At the table sat Aiden, and I looked around to make sure no one else was watching. They weren't. Practically no one was around besides a few nerds and the librarian.

He jumped at the loud noise of my book, but I watched as he flung elastics towards the librarian. I rolled my eyes, about to speak when his elastic smacked the woman sqaure in the back. Aiden quickly averted his gaze back to his textbook. I watched as the librarian looked around angrily for the culprit.

"Stupid kids," she muttered and flew into the back room.

I stiffled a laugh, but couldn't help it as I burst into giggles. Aiden smirked, then turned back to me. He momentarily stared up at me with his golden brown eyes. I looked away, not wanting to get lost in them once again. "So, what about tonight? I know we're going to the station," he mumbled, now scribbling on the edge of his paper.

I yanked a nearby chair towards me and plopped down on it. "AJ," I breathed, "I'm just reminding you. So don't make any plans."

He smirked, "Me? I'd watch out if I were you."

I raised an eyebrow, and he just rolled his eyes with a sigh, "I heard John Klas was trying to find you. He wants you to go to his football party or something."

I ran my tongue along the front of my teeth, narrowing my eyes on Aiden, "How do you know?"

He looked up at me, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips, "I've made friends, Peyton. You're not the only person making life easier for me at Vincent Massey." He grinned, leaning back in his chair, "In fact," he twirled his pencil in his fingers, "I think you're just making my life harder."

I rolled my eyes, "How am I making your life harder?"

Aiden smiled, flipping his tassled brown hair, causing me to swallow. He shrugged, "Now I have to help you with your father, along with doing my homework and trying not to be classified as a fool here."

I cleared my throat, "You don't have to help me with my father."

In a swift movement Aiden pulled my chair closer so his face was inches from mine. He shook his head, "I want to. That way I'm helping you in two ways. You find out why your father committed suicide, and you learn how to be nice to others," his voice was a little more than a whisper.

I gulped, wanting so desperatley to kiss him again. The few times that our lips had met was barely enough to tie me over, but I wanted no one else to kiss me except for him. No.. I hadn't just thought that.

Bad Peyton... You're not supposed to fall in.. I mean.. Like someone like that. Jocks are your type, not this kid. He's just helping you, he's just a friend..

My thoughts bombarded into my skull, but I couldn't push the want for Aiden out of my head. He stared at me with his warm brown eyes, and I felt like my heart had literally melted into a puddle.

"What are you thinking?" he whispered, his eyes scanning my face over as if trying to find my hidden expression.

I swallowed the lump that had grown in my throat, and in a shaky voice I whispered back, "When are you going to kiss me again?"

Aiden smirked, and I closed my eyes as he pushed his mouth into mine. I dug my fingernails into my legs, trying to control my emotions as he moved his lips against mine. He pulled back after only a few seconds, and my heart ached for more.

He grinned, but I saw a slight smirk behind it, "You'll never admit you want me, will you?"

I shrugged, "Certainly not today, Mr. Aiden Jackson," I said with a wink.