“What’s wrong?” Dawson asks me.
“I just got done tutoring Aiden, so my French homework is done, but I still have Math and an English essay to write. I don’t know why they have to pile on all this homework at once.”
“Wait? The person you are tutoring is Aiden?”
“Uh, yeah, you know that.”
“Uh, no. I did not. You didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought I did. Everyone knows I’ve been tutoring Aiden. It’s not a secret.”
“Well, you didn’t tell me. He has a crush on you.” He squints his eyes at me. “Has he been hitting on you?”
Has Aiden been hitting on me?
No.
Really, he hasn’t.
What he’s been doing is more in line with godly torture.
“I don’t know. Maybe sometimes a little. Mostly he just succeeds in pissing me off. He sucks at French. Almost failed last year, I guess, but he needs it to go to whatever Ivy League college he wants to play soccer at or whatever. And he knows he has to behave or I will quit and he’d be stuck, so it’s fine. We’re kind of getting to be friends. Especially now that he’s on the Social Committee.”
“He got on the Social Committee too?”
“Yeah, I thought you were going to?”
“Why did he get on the Social Committee?”
“Uh, oh, well, I kinda asked him to.”
“But you didn't ask me?”
“I told you when I first met you that you should get on it, but you didn’t, so I didn’t think you wanted to. And I asked him in the hopes that if he was in there, Whitney might stop hating on me. And I didn’t think you could help with that. I needed a buffer. I mean, I had to dance ten more songs with him, but then he did it.”
Shit. Why did I just say that?
“You danced with him?”
“Yes. Gosh that all sounds kinda bad, doesn’t it?”
“Um, yeah, it does. Do you still like him?”
“No. I like you. ”
“But I’m still wearing the key.”
I sigh. I really don’t want to have this conversation right now. He obviously has no idea how exhausting it can be to fight off a god’s power. But I care about Dawson. I do. I don’t know if I love him, but I do know I don’t want to lose him.
“Dawson, you make me happy. We have fun together and the sex is amazing.”
“But . . .”
“But I’m a little skittish about professing love. You know that it hasn’t worked out so well for me in the past. It didn’t work out that great for you either. I like you a lot, Dawson. Can’t that be enough for now?”
I kiss down his neck. Kiss my way across the chain. Kiss the key. And wish I could let myself fall for him.
He pulls me in for a tight hug. “I like you a lot too, Keatie. And, yeah, it’s enough for now.”
Thursday, September 22nd
Your panties are yellow.
English
Dallas and I are walking to English. “So how’s the sex kitten doing?”
“What?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” he laughs and flits his eyebrows up and down.
“No, let’s talk about you, Mr. I’m Talking To Eight Girls. What else are you doing with them and how many more pairs of panties have you gotten?”
He looks at me, his eyes serious. “You know I’ve never done it, right?”
“Actually, no. You didn’t tell me that.” I can’t hide my surprise. “You’re a really good kisser.”
“Well, I’ve had a lot of practice at that,” he grins. “And the Panties for the Poor drive is going quite well. You’d be surprised at how many offers I’ve had.”
“So why haven’t you?”
“I’m holding out for you.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Fine,” he says. “Maybe I want it to mean something.”
“Really? That’s really cool. I didn’t think most guys were like that.”
“Yeah, well, I’m more than just your boy toy,” he laughs.
“Anyone seem like they have potential?”
“A couple, but I’m not talking to them.”
“Really, who?”
“You know I think Katie’s really cool, but she likes Tyrese, I guess.”
He looks bummed.
“Yeah, but I don’t think that’s gonna last.”
“What about you and Dawes? You gonna last?”
“I hope so.”
“Dang, you’re my back-up plan. I was thinking about getting you drunk, making it special.”
“You’re hilarious.”
One of those moments.
French
I’m in class a few minutes early. Kym just texted me to let me know she has some dresses for Homecoming on hold for me and sends me the list of stores where they are. I see Miss Praline out of the corner of my eye making a beeline for my desk.
Shit! She can’t take my phone from me now, can she? Class hasn’t even started!
She stands in front of my desk. I don’t try to hide my phone; instead, I put on my sweetest and most innocent face.
“Keatyn, I’m handing back the tests today.”
“Uh, okay.” That’s not what I was expecting her to say.
“Do you want to know what Aiden got?”