Anna steals a kiss from an unsuspecting Joe and runs away. He catches her soon and makes her pay. Read how the hopelessly romantic Anna and the strictly casual Joe try to get along.
I really don't know what I'm going to do about Joe. In spite of some of the things happened between us, he has always been nice to me. And let's not forget — he's incredibly hot. So when a guy like him offers sex, a girl can't help but consider it.
"What if you start liking him after you sleep with him?" Lizzie asks.
That's the main reason I haven't told him yes yet. There are moments when he's sweet, like that time when he moved me inside and walked on the street side of the sidewalk, or the time when he remembered and ordered my favorite pizza. Things like that make me start to sprinkle extra-strength pixie dust over everything he does, and I know it's only a matter of time after I've sex with him that I'll turn delusional, thinking he's my boyfriend.
And I can't blame him either. So I'm taking my time deciding.
In the middle of my English class, my phone vibrates. Since I'm bored as hell hearing the sleep-inducing book-reading of one my classmates in front of the class, I sneakily check my phone.
"Movie tomorrow?" Joe's text reads. I start to smile, then I bite the inside of my cheeks to stop from smiling. My brain is upset that my heart is taking control of my lips. It creates anatomical imbalance that's unhealthy.
"Do you always take the girls you're trying to sleep with on dates?" I send him.
"Only the heartbroken ones," his reply reads.
I shake my head. My thumb hovers over "O" unsurely. I look up and see the girl turn the page in her book. I turn the page in mine and go back to staring at my phone screen.
Damn it. Since I'd already decided to court the devil, might as well commit some sins while I'm at it.
"Okay. What time?"
I look at the e-ticket on his phone, then at his proud face. I can't believe he feels so satisfied with himself for getting us tickets on our first date to a horror movie. I can understand a guy not choosing a romantic movie to watch, but he could've chosen at least something else.
"You know what, Joe? After the movie, I decide what we're doing next."
"Sure," he says and we leave for the cinema hall. And I can tell right away the movie sucks as there's hardly anyone else here.
It's when the girl in the movie is lying down on her bed and is directly looking at the ghost suspending right above her that I slide towards Joe so our shoulders touch. I need at least this much of human contact to not get scared out of my mind now. It also doesn't help that the theatre looks almost abandoned.
He shows me his hand so I could hold it. I slap it away. He moves away from me, taking his shoulder with him. I straighten up. I don't need him. But right then the girl in the movie is beginning to get dragged by her ankle by the ghost into the basement.
I slide down on my seat. He gives me his hand again. This time, I take it hungrily like a dog that was given a bone. He moves closer to me.
The movie is not only scary but also gory. Half the time it seemed like I was watching a low budget yakuza movie with blood spattering everywhere.
And when the ghost starts pulling out the guts of one of its victims, I give up. I can't even pretend that I'm diligently trying to watch this movie anymore. "This is a horrible movie," I whisper.
"I love it," he says.
"What do you love about it?"
He squeezes my hand, leans into my ear and breathes out, "What do you think?"
I blush instantly.
He brings his hand to my chin and lifts my face. We start kissing. He twists towards me and touches my waist. I hold his ripped bicep as his hand moves up from my waist to my breasts.
I can't believe one of the most turn on moments of my life is happening with the background of a shrieking guy whose eyes are getting pulled out.
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