The Rocker and the Realist

Chapter Six

My love life really wasn’t good for Jess’s health. I think she was improving with all the rock star stuff but she might need to get her a paper bag to breath into when it came to Colton and Mateus.

“You are dating the Raymers!”  She whisper-screamed.

“Shhh!” I glanced around our first hour to see if she had disturbed anyone. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh but it is.”

“I just went and hung out with Mateus’s friends, it wasn’t a date.”

“That, my dear,” She leaned back in her chair and crossed one long leg over the other, “Is only a matter of time. I bet he asks you out by the end of the week.”

I raised an eyebrow as I glanced at the board. My pen moved in scribbles as I pretended to take notes. “And what about Colton?”

“I bet they both ask you out.”

“You’re crazy.” I grinned as she pulled the cap off her glitter pen.

“You’re on. You are buying me a latte when I win.”

The rest of the day whenever Jess saw me with my phone she would slide up next to me and guess either Colton or Mateus.

By fourth hour my eyes hurt from how much I’d been rolling them.

“It’s my dad.” I said the billionth time she guessed. “He’s checking in to let me know he’s in Tokyo.”

“Oh…” She deflated for a moment before shrugging, “The week is still young.”

Last hour my phone buzzed again. Jess, from her seat next to me, glanced over with a confident grin. “Colton.” She whispered.

I glanced up to make sure my teacher wasn’t watching before quickly checking the text from none other than Colton Raymer.

Free to talk?

I rattled off a quick response. Can’t. In class.

Call me after.

Jess reached over and none too sneakily snatched my phone. Holding it under her desk in the most cliché way to hide a phone, she read the texts with a growing smirk. She handed the phone back and seconds later a wadded up piece of paper landed on my desk.

I slowly started unfolding it. “What’s this?” I whispered.

“My drink order.”

I bit down on a smile and chucked the paper back at her. The bell rang and we both burst out laughing as she threw the paper at me again.

“Call him.” She ordered as she packed up her stuff.

“Alright, alright.” I dialed and made a face at her until he picked up.

“Hey, Kylar.”

“Hey, Colton. What’s up?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

The pencil slipped from my fingers and Jess’s smile portrayed her confidence; she knew she would be getting that drink.

“What?”

“Will you go on a date with me?” He repeated slowly. “This Friday night, you, me, some candles, a romantic dinner.” A smiled crept into his tone. “I waited the required three days before calling you so I don’t seem desperate but I don’t really care anymore.”

“Three days?” I pondered aloud. Jess, whom I knew could hear our conversion, immediately nodded like this was common etiquette.

“Yeah, haven’t you heard of the three day rule? Not calling until three days after the date?”