Too Close [Wattys2015]

Chapter 5: Perverted Cupcake

Thursdays.

The day we are all in anticipation for Friday to come and let it be the oh-so-lovely weekend, which means sleeping in and Netflix. I day dream about the lovely weekend and how good I'll feel when I wake up, sleeping in.

Maybe sleeping in until maybe two in the afternoon, then when I wake up—

"Are you even listening?" A voice interrupts my day dream.

I look at the jerk, a.k.a Collins. "What?" I ask, looking over at him.

He sighs."Of course you weren't."

I put my hands in the air in defense. "Sorry."

"It doesn't matter anyways." He grumbles.

"What were you even talking about?" I ask, taking a drink of my water.

"Nothing." He pulls out a chip from his bag.

"Don't be like that." I say. "Just tell me."

"It's stupid anyways." He said.

"It won't be a problem for you and you stupidity." I remark, amused. He scowls at me.

"Your just making me not want to tell you now." He gets another chip.

"If you don't tell me-"

"Fine I'll tell you." He cuts me off. "So Kandi and I had our first tutor session."

"And?"

"Well she doesn't seem too bad, I'm helping her improve." He replies, playing with a string of cotton from his shirt.

"Well her name is the name of sweets," I mutter.

"Says the girl with the name Ivory." He remarks.

"Says the guy with the name Collins." I mock, scrunching my nose.

"Nothing is wrong with my name," He glares at me.

"Nor is mine." I remark, "Except your crushes."

"Whatever." He dismisses, neck getting red. "So she gave me her number."

"Already knew that."

"She is really nice to me." He mentions.

"Already knew that."

"She texted me after tutoring. For a while actually."

"Already - Never mind. I didn't know that. What did you guys talk about?"

He shrugs, "Stuff."

I feel my eyes get big. "No you guys didn't."

His eyes flicker up to mine. "What?"

I wrinkle my nose in disgust, "You two did dirty stuff."

"What—Gosh, no! We just talked and got to know each other, you perverted cupcake." He says, shocked.

"Can't blame me for thinking that. You said 'stuff ' being all mysterious and everything." I laughed, looking at him.

"Not that I wouldn't mind for—Ow! What was that for." He asks after I punch his arm.

I shoot him a glare. "For saying that. It's not right."

"But-"

"No. Shh, talk about something else before I hit you again- and it won't be the arm."

"Well, um, I think she only thinks of me as a friend." He rubs his arm, a pained expression on his face.

"Why do you think that?" I cross my arms, leaning back in the chair.