Once Upon A Friday Night

Part I | Chapter 8 ~ Get To Know You

"So, lets get to know each other."

My anger quickly subsided as I stared blankly at him for a moment? And my chest seeped with confused frustration.

"What?"

"You heard me, lets start over. A fresh introduction." Lance grinned, holding his hand out for a shake.

This has got to be a joke.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're tricking me, right?"

He cocked his brow. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Come on... You're kidding. Five minutes ago you just told me I was the biggest control freak on this entire planet, and now you're telling me that you want to get to know me?" I placed my hands on my hips arrogantly.

"Well that was in the past-"

"Five minutes ago-"

"Whatever!" He suddenly shouted, before taking a small breath. "Yes, yes." He held his hand out further.

I slowly reached my hand forward, still hesitant, before the tips of my fingers came into contact with his. A few tingles wiggled through the thin membranes of the tips of my fingers, sending an unfamiliar shiver down my spine. Apparently, Lance noticed. He was looking at me weird, before taking my hand fully to give it a shake.

"Lance Baker."

"Calvin Malone." I stated slowly.

"So I can't call you Sneakers anymore?" He smirked.

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just apologize if you call me Sneakers ever again." I warned.

He let out a small laugh.

"Whatever you say Malone." He let go of my hand, then sat down on his bed.

I stared at him for a moment, still partially confused after what he had just told me. There was no way he was serious. He hates me, I hate him. End of story, that wouldn't change... Right?

*****

For once, I had nothing to do. Cassidy was still upset over the incident with Lance and I, but she'd probably get over it by tomorrow. She's that kind of person I guess.

For now, I'm still up in my dorm, watching another movie on my phone. Since I'm out of Pirates Booty, I've substituted my snack for Cheetos. Left over from that stupid party that Lance threw. I found them under the kitchen sink, a strange place to put crisps but it's fine.

Lance was on his bed with his computer in his lap, typing away at the keyboard. I didn't really care what he was doing, probably scrolling through Instagram to look at models or something. Whatever guys like him do.

"How's you're movie?" He asked without looking up from his screen.

"Fine." I replied with a huff.

"Fine... Hm," He thought for a moment. "I assumed otherwise, since you've been staring at me for the past five minutes." He grinned but continued to type.

I glared, realizing that I really had been staring. I looked back down to my movie, hoping for him to get back to his very important business.

A long silence passed as we just did our own things, before he spoke out again.

"Well, Calvin.."

I looked up again, just with the simple tilt of my gaze to look over my knees.

"Care to tell me about yourself?" He cocked a brow.

I was silent for a moment as I pulled my Apple headphones out slowly to hang over my shoulders. I didn't exactly feel like he was asking me a question as stupid as that, so I waited for him to say something else.