Don't Expect me to Fall in Love

Chapter 13

"That was chilling," Bri observes my encounter with Jessie from a second ago.

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"Hey is there anytime we can get together? I need help in math," Jessie stops me on the way out of English.

"Probably not," I say avoiding eye contact.

"Please," he says, "you get this unit better than anyone else in this class."

"Ask my brother," I say coldly,

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I have been avoiding Jessie at all costs for the past week. This includes large sacrifices such as keeping Princeton from the sandwich shop he works at and let me tell you, my turkey avocado craving is killing me.

I barely have a reason to speak with him, he is the last person I want to be around. Unfortunately I share every class with him so I don't have much of a choice but I never fail to make it known.

"Well you gotta do what you gotta do," I tell Bri.

"Don't you at least want to talk about it with him though?" She asks, "it will probably make it less awkward."

"There's nothing to talk about," I tell her.

We part ways and I walk to my car which is ironically parked next to the Toyota Camri that belongs to the last person I want to be around.

Our cars are too close because of his crap job parking and when I am in between both doors he opens his trapping me in the middle of the two cars.

He slides impossibly smooth and closes his door so that we are sandwiched in between the two cars.

Sandwich.

I could really go for a turkey avocado right about now.

"Hi," he says.

Somehow I stutter the word, "hi"

"You've been avoiding me," he says putting his hands over my shoulders as if I wasn't locked in enough.

"Don't be so dramatic," I say, "it's the same as it's always been.

"It's a shame too," he goes on, "things were about to get so good between us too."

"Good?" I scrutinize him.

"Yeah. Well after told me that you we head over heels for me of course."

Where is this coming from?

I crinkle my brows, "you are delusional."

"Just saying," he shrugs.

I roll my eyes, "you shouldn't hide it anymore."

"Uh-er- I-can you blame me?" I ask.

He frowns, "no."

"Well then no hard feelings?" I ask touching his shoulder as if I am wishing him my condolences trying to escape this situation.

He catches my hand.

Jessie looks at me, haunted. For what seems like an eternity. I notice he is impossibly closer than before, our noses almost touching, his hand holding my neck.

He leans in a little more. I subconsciously do the same.

His breath is warm against my face, minty. He smells good, inviting, like a predator, drawing in their prey.

I close my eyes without thinking about it and tilt my head.

When his hand leaves my neck, I get taken out of the haze and open my eyes. He smirks and leans back.