The Laws of Emotion

Chapter One

"Hold up," I said, raising my hand and placing it in front of my camera. "She did what?"

Lowering my hand again, I got a good look at Harvey's light hair. For some reason, he had his phone up higher than his face. His hair looked windswept.

"Hey Lindsey," I called out when I saw the hot girl poster on his wall. She stood on a plank of wood with a tool belt around her waist. Skimpy clothes decorated her body. "What do you think of our pal here?" Of course she didn't answer me. She couldn't. But I pretended that she did. "Oh, he's asleep? That's what I thought. Maybe I can tell you a secret, Lindsey. Come closer." I brought my phone closer to my face. "Harvey Beckinsdale is in love with you."

His chuckles filled my ears. He appeared back in my camera with a smile on his face. I noticed a scratch on his neck, and I choked on my spit. "She did that?" I tapped my screen where his neck was. "Is this girl crazy or what?"

"There's more on my arms," he replied, nodding. "She literally threw herself at me and attacked me."

"Did she want the magnificent Harvey Beckinsdale?" I asked, sounding exactly like most girls at our high school. "No one has had him, so she wanted to be the first."

He rolled his eyes. "That was her reasoning. I just can't believe she did it in public."

"She did that where?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"We were out to eat at Hotcakes."

"You really took her there?" I asked in a deadpan tone. "That's the most romantic place you could think of?"

"I think we're talking about the girl who launched herself over the table, not the guy who got attacked."

"She launched herself over the table?" I asked incredulously. This story just kept getting crazier and crazier. 

"She said I looked hot tonight," he continued. "That's why she didn't stop kissing me until I threw her on the ground."

"You did what?"

"Cat, you sound like a wind-up toy." I glared at him, pursing my lips. "Yes, I threw her on the ground. But that's because she literally wrapped her legs around me. She wouldn't let go of me!"

"Dude, you don't just throw a girl."

"Dude, you haven't been attacked by a rabid guy."

I snorted. "Does Fred count?"

"Don't you mean Count Fred?" he asked, causing me to burst out laughing. 

"Yes! Him!" I nodded enthusiastically. "He bit my neck a little too hard and drew blood."

"Okay, he does count." His laugh accompanied a smile on his face. "At least you were in your room. I was -"

"I had to explain to my mother why my neck was bleeding," I countered. "I was fifteen. She didn't even know he was here."

He wouldn't stop laughing. I wished I could hit him, but he was on my screen, not here in person. 

"Harvey," I growled. "It wasn't that funny."

He wiped his eyes, still laughing. "I beg to differ."

"Beg."

He set his phone on what I assumed was his bookshelf and literally got on his knees. Clasping his hands together, he said, "I promise that it was as funny as it sounds."

I rolled my eyes. "Get up. I'm not God."

"With that body like a goddess, I beg to differ."

For some reason, my cheeks heated up. I knew guys referred to me like that, but I didn't think he ever would. And I didn't think I would like it as much as I did.