Falling For You

Chapter 6

**These are characters of my own creation!! I did not steal them from anyone else :D**

Paige's POV

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I heard giggling. Loud giggling. Every time Andrew Jennings was in the library, helpless wannabe girls followed him around, sneaking peaks at him through the stacks. Hence the giggling. They always seemed to show up wherever I was lately which has been extremely annoying, especially since I actually come to the library to write, do homework, and read. You know, productive things, rather than stare at boys through the stacks and giggle, disrupting others. Today, I was working on the next chapter for the book I was writing for Drewords to proofread, when none other than Andrew Jennings slid into the bench I was sitting on next to me.

"What are you working on?"

"Why are you here?"

"I was looking for a book."

"I didn't know you could read."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." At this point I stopped typing and looked over at him. Tan face. A sprinkle of freckles. Brown, messy hair. Blue eyes. I resumed my typing.

"I could say the same."

"Maybe we could get to know each other better."

I stopped typing again. "Is the famous Andrew Jennings quarterback and star of the football team asking a non-cheerleader, non-popular girl out on a date yet again?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Well, before I go out on a date with you, if I ever go on a date with you, I would like to actually get to know you first, because for all I know, you could be some weirdo creeper like your personal stalkers staring at you from the shelf behind me."

"It's always a possibility."

"Exactly." I checked the time on my computer. "Oh my god it's late. I had better get going before it gets too dark."

We both stood up. "Let me walk you there."

"I'm perfectly fine walking myself there."

"No you're not."

I plunked my laptop case down into my chair. "Yes, I am." He grabbed my elbow.

"I'm going to walk you to wherever you need to go and then to where you live. Why are you so insistent on not letting me walk you home? Do you have a boyfriend to walk you home or something?"

His little sneaky-not-so-sneaky way of trying to find out if I had a boyfriend.

"Fine. I'm not gonna fight with you because I don't have the time to win right now," I said as I swung my laptop case over my shoulder, "and I don't have a boyfriend. I was going to go and..... You know what, never mind."

We started walking toward the doors. "What were you going to do?"

"A couple things, actually..."

"Well then why can't you do them in front of me?"

"I guess I could..." I trailed off into my thoughts. And Andrew's voice interrupted me.

"So where are we going?" He said to me as we opened the library doors.

"About a five minutes' walk from here and about hour there, but it will probably end up being longer than that."

"Is this what you do every night?"

"Pretty much. I kind of have to."

"So, you have to tell me, where did you get your football skills from?"

I smiled, looked over at him, and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just ironic. Okay, so I have 4 older brothers, Ryan, Kyle, Brett, and Seth, and they're all involved in sports."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I had to basically either learn or be trampled... Speaking of, I could probably tackle you.... Oh, we're here. Too bad. I was enjoying this." I raced up the steps and burst inside to the front desk. "Hey Angie!"

"Are you coming in to practice today?" Angie said as she smiled at me.

"Of course! It's Thursday!"

"Have you finished it yet?"

"No! I'm going to tonight though!"

"You have to let me see it when you're done! The last one was amazing!"

"Of course I'll let you see it!"

"Okay, now Room 3 is empty sweetie. Have fun! Wait, is that Andrew Jennings?" She said as she glanced over to where Andrew was standing.

"Yeah. He insisted on walking me home, but I guess he didn't realize I wasn't coming home right away! Thanks Angie!"

"Have fun!" I walked off to Room 3 as Andrew followed me.

"What are we doing here?" He asked me. I looked back at him and smiled.

"You'll see." I burst into Room 3, immediately sat down on the floor, and started to put on my tap shoes.

"Have you ever seen a tap dance, Andrew?"

"Actually... yes."

"Really? Where?"

"Well... The thing is..." Andrew rubbed the back of his neck.

"My dad is Steve Jennings."

"No. Freaking. Way. Oh my god. Oh my god! How did I not see it before... Oh my god!" I looked over at him. "Does that mean you can...." He sighed and nodded slowly. My jaw dropped.

"All of it?"

"All of it." As soon as the fact sunk in that Andrew was a tapper, I turned to face him.

"Can you count music?"

"I've been counting music since I was 5."

"How fast can you go?"

"As fast as you want me to go."

"Get your shoes, then. I've got a dance to finish and you can help me."