“I’m not showing you my underwear.”
He leans in closer to me and says quietly, “Well, of course not here, sweetie. I was thinking somewhere more private.”
So done with boys.
Damn, French.
I know we’ve only been in school for four days, but I consider skipping French.
I wonder what happens when you skip?
Seems like I read it in the student guide, but my mind is blank. I start writing another script in my mind. One where I go to the nurse and convince her I have a bad case of cramps or that I’m gonna vomit.
Honestly, vomiting sounds fun compared to sitting in front of Aiden, with his judgmental eyes boring into the back of my head.
He sits down, leans forward in his desk, and whispers into my left ear. “So, I heard you and Dawson are through.”
What!? It’s been—wait, let me check—seventeen minutes since I told Dawson I wouldn’t kiss him again. And Aiden already knows about this?!
I don’t turn around.
I can’t.
I don’t dare look into his eyes or stare at his smile.
I just say, “Where did you hear that?”
“Lunch. Heard he was upset about your stupid Facebook pictures.”
“They aren’t my pictures. I didn’t post them. Didn’t even know that Annie posted them.”
“You know what I mean. The pictures of you two.”
“Dawson and I never even got started, so I’m not sure how we’re through. But I do know that I cannot wait for this weekend.”
“What are you doing? Are you going back home?”
“Nope. Going to see the guy that quotes me Keats.”
“Oh,” he says.
We’re walking out of class when he says to me, “Hey, you coming to watch the JV game tonight? I was thinking about scoring some more points.”
“Good luck with that,” I tell him and leave him in my dust.
Seriously, I AM DONE WITH BOYS.
It’s obvious that I am not in an emotional state to handle any of them.
Wishing it was laced with rum.
7:30pm
Apparently, it’s okay to be done with boys but I still have to go watch them play football. Katie told me I had to go with her to the JV game. Plus, I promised Riley that I would. He told me in History that he’s starting tonight and wants me to watch and cheer for him. He even admitted to being a little nervous about it. Seeing Riley not blazing with confidence was surprising so, of course, I agreed.
Katie and I sit in the bleachers with Annie, Maggie, and Dallas—whose wrist is broken—and some of the freshman boys from orientation.
Riley does really well. He lines up under center, drops back, and throws a perfect long spiral down the field, straight into Aiden’s open hands. Aiden catches it and runs about eight yards into the end zone. We all scream, cheer, and shake paper pompoms. Aiden tosses the ball back to the ref, looks straight into the stands—at me, I think—kisses his glove, and blows the kiss into the stands.
I know I should be thrilled that the god just blew me a kiss, but all I can see is Cush’s face. His dimples flashing at me when he shot me a kiss after he scored during his soccer game. Right before he took me to our perfect night at the hotel.
I wonder what he’s doing right now.
And I pray to God it’s not Vanessa.
Dallas turns to me and says in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, how adorable! Aiden blew me a kiss. Now I just need to find out what color his panties are and we will get married, buy an organic farm, adopt twins, and happily wear pink for the rest of our lives.”
I roll my eyes at him.
Katie grabs my arm with excitement. “Oh my gosh! Did Aiden just blow you a kiss?!”
“I’m not really sure. Maybe he just does that whenever he scores, you know, like blowing them into the stands at his fans or whatnot. Or maybe he has a girlfriend we don’t know about.”
“Or maybe he considers you his girlfriend, and you just don’t know it yet.”
“That is definitely not it. Hey, I’m gonna go get a hotdog. Anybody want anything?”
I threw my lunch in the trash, skipped dinner to sulk, and now I’m starved. Dallas asks me to bring him some Skittles as I clump down the bleachers.
Dawson has been sitting in the bleachers just below and slightly to the left of us with a group of people, cheering enthusiastically for his brother. Which I am really glad to see.
Whitney and Jake are nowhere to be seen. I heard in dance today that they’re going out, but Katie told me it is not FBO, Facebook official, yet, so not to believe the rumors.