The Bad Boy Know-It-All

Please Keep Your Clothes on ✓

Amelia

As I walked into school this morning, I decided I was done being upset about the way that I was brutally awoken by Morgan. I had different things to worry about now. 

For instance, what would today be like? Would Gage talk to me again? What would he say? Would they sit with us at lunch again?

I abruptly stopped what I was thinking, implementing my reframing technique which I use to retrain my brain. After calming down from my thoughts, I quietly entered my first period classroom, chemistry.

I did not wait long before I was interrupted from the peaceful silence, by Gage slipping into the seat next to me. I was a little confused as to why he would sit there since he normally sits in the back, where all the other cool kids sit.

"Princess, mind if I sit here?" He asked, which surprised me because I didn't know if he would actually want to be my friend, or if yesterday was just a fluke.

I didn't know what to say. I have never had this actually happen to me. I was too scared of saying the wrong thing, so I just simply nodded my head, indicating that I was ok with him sitting there.

"So, how is your day going?" Gage asked, almost like he wanted to talk to me. I have no idea why, but strangely, I am kind of okay with this.

"Gage, it's seven thirty in the morning. Not much has happened yet. But, since you asked, I am really tired". I answered, sarcastically at first, not realizing who I was talking to, but then deciding to be nice. 

After answering, I slouched back into my seat and closed my eyes, instantly relaxing. While waiting for his response, I started to twiddle my fingers, an anxious tendency I have.

"Sweetheart, did you get much sleep last night?"

"Not really! And to make matters worse, my laundry was not done, so I have to wear this old, ratty sweatshirt that barely fits me anymore!" I exclaimed. 

I was kind of embarrassed by what I was wearing. I did not pay much attention when I picked out what to wear this morning.

 I was in a rush, and in my haste I grabbed one of my dad's sweatshirts, with a stain in the middle and a hole in the back.

 I was mortified. I like wearing the sweatshirt in private, but not in public.

Everyone here dresses really nice, so I was afraid someone would say something to me, but I was just going to have to deal with that when it came up. 

What I was not expecting though, was his next response.

"Here," he muttered, which instantly had me opening my eyes. What I saw though made my eyebrows raise instantly. Why was he taking off his sweatshirt? 

"Uhh, Gage please keep your clothes on," I mumbled quietly, not wanting to see him shirtless.

"Angel, I've got a shirt on underneath, seriously it's okay if you want my sweatshirt. I'm sure lots of people do," he retorted, handing me his sweatshirt, accidentally brushing my hand with his.

"Well then, consider me honored," I replied, while slipping my sweatshirt off, stuffing it in my backpack, and putting his on. It smelled like manly cologne. You know, the good kind.

I was worried about what people might think if they see me in his sweatshirt, but I decided I could not focus on that. What I needed to focus on was the fact that he cared enough to give it to me.

The sweatshirt even had pockets! My hands were in there all of class, trying to keep warm. I get cold really fast, so it was nice that his pockets had fleece lining.