“Goddammit!” Madoc howled as his hand shot up to his face, and he crashed backwards to the row of lockers behind him.
We shared P.E. together, and I hadn’t even waited for him to make eye contact before I’d run up and clocked him right in the eye.
The class in the locker room got out of the way, and I stepped over the bench to sit down in front of my best friend who’d slid to the floor.
I rested my elbows on top of my knees and looked down at him.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed out, and it was the truth. “But you do know you’re pushing me, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, squinting with one hand over his eye.
He always pushed me, and it pissed me off, but I knew why he was doing it. He wanted me to act. To grovel at Tate’s feet and make her want me.
But she’d said yes.
That pissed me off, too.
Me not even thinking to ask her to the dance myself pissed me off.
I hated dances.
I hated dancing.
But thanks to me, Tate didn’t go to things like that in the past, and she obviously wanted to.
A bitter taste settled in my mouth.
It’s the taste you get right before your choke down a mouthful of pride.
“Hey, Dr. Porter.” I ran into my sophomore year Chemistry teacher in the hallway after school. “Is Tatum Brandt working in the lab today?” I gestured to the door behind him.
“Yes,” he blurted out, wide-eyed and looking oddly relieved to see me. “She is. But it just occurred to me that she’s alone. Are you free? Would you mind spotting her? I’m usually there, but I have a meeting.”
“Alone?” My jaw twitched with a pent-up smile. “No problem.”
He kept walking, and I opened the lab door, my heart already rushing with the promise of the kind of trouble I wanted to drown in.
The room was empty, but I heard shuffling and clattering coming from the supply closet, so I took the seat at the teacher’s table and propped my feet up, waiting for her.
The lab was on the larger side of the classrooms at the school. It held about twelve tables with two to three seats per table. The tops were lined with beakers and flasks, burners and sinks.
I liked the tables.
They were a good height.
I half-laughed, half-sighed at the images floating through my head.
Jesus Christ.
I’d never fantasized about a girl the way I did with Tate, but I was getting ahead of myself. She may never let me get to second base again, let alone third.
Running my hands through my hair, I hooked my fingers behind my head and tried thinking about the Lifetime Movie Channel to keep my dick in check.
The closet door swung open, and Tate stepped out with a crate of supplies in her arms.
Her hair was parted in the middle today, and it flowed around her face and body, partially obscuring her eyes.
But she saw me.
Even through the blonde wisps, I could pick out the storm.
Her legs stilled, and she looked surprised, unnerved, and a little pissed.
We had the same effect on each other.
“Not now, Jared. I’m busy,” she warned as she carried her crate to a table off to my right. Her tone was steady and curt.
She was putting me in my place.
“I know. I came to help you.”
It was a lie, but I guess I could help her. I knew my shit in Chemistry as well as Math. It was the touchy feely subjects like English and Psychology that bit my ass.
“Help me?” Her eyes lit up like I’d said the most ridiculous thing. “I don’t need help.”
“I wasn’t asking if you did,” I shot back.
“No, you’re just assuming,” she retorted, not meeting my eyes as she continued to unload her supplies.
“Not at all. I know what you can do.” My voice cracked with amusement, but I wanted her to look at me.
“I thought that if we’re going to be friends,” I continued, “this might be a good place to start.”
Getting off my chair, I walked towards her, hoping she would know I wanted anything but friendship.
“I mean…” I kept going when she didn’t say anything. “It’s not like we’re going to be able to go back to climbing trees and having sleepovers, is it?”
Her chest filled with a quiet breath, and she stopped unloading for a split second. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought she’d let me plant her ass on the counter and let me show her how a sleepover between us would work.
But then she narrowed her eyes and talked more with her teeth than her lips. “Like I said, I don’t need help.”
“Like I said, I wasn’t asking,” I repeated, not missing a beat. “Did you think that Porter was going to let you conduct experiments with fire by yourself?” I had no idea what her experiment was, but after catching sight of some of her materials and Porter’s apprehension about leaving her alone, I gathered that it would involve the burners.
“How do you know about my experiment? And who said we’re going to be friends?” she sneered before bending down to get something out of her bag. “You know, maybe too much damage has been done. I know you’ve apologized, but it’s not so easy for me.”
This was not the Tate I knew. Tate was tough. Even when I’d made her cry over the years with my pranks, she held her head high and moved on.
Tate didn’t need grand gestures. Did she?
“You’re not getting girly on me, are you?” I was trying at sarcasm, but I wanted a fucking miracle.
Yes, Jared. Thank you for apologizing, and I forgive you. Let’s move on.
That’s what I really wanted.
But she buried her face in her binder and ignored me. Or tried to look like she was ignoring me.
My fingers were humming, and I balled up my fists to try to erase the urge to touch her.
She kept staring at her papers, but I knew she wasn’t reading anything. She was feeling me like I was feeling her.