I get back to my room. Katie is with Jordan “studying” English, and I, excitingly, have the room to myself. I’m going to get so much done. I move all the candy off my bed and remember I still need to look up the word. Your lips are my something.
I grab my phone, put in the word béatitude into my translation app, and up pops a word.
BLISS.
Oh. My. Gosh.
He thinks my lips are his bliss?! And he left me Hershey’s Bliss candies. That is sooooo freaking adorable. I might cry, it’s so adorable.
Me: Bliss, huh? The Keats quote. The candies? Pretty clever of you.
Hottie God: About time you figured it out. So?
Me: So what?
Hottie God: Are my lips YOUR bliss?
Me: Of course not.
Hottie God: You’re lying to yourself, Boots.
Me: Maybe you’re lying to yourself.
Hottie God: We’ll table that discussion for now. So I was looking over these ideas you sent Brad. They’re good. But there’s one I’m especially excited about.
Me: Which one?
Hottie God: You’ll find out tomorrow. I’m busy doing a little campaigning of my own tonight.
Me: Idk what that means exactly, but okay. Bright and early :/
Hottie God: No :/ Now it’s :D Because you get to see me.
I don’t respond, but I can’t help but smile as I finish my homework.
Tuesday, September 13th
Outlined by golden rays.
6-freaking-thirty?
Social Committee meeting. Why else would I be up so early? And this meeting started at 6:30. I know we have a lot to do and I’m excited we got the dean’s approval, but really? Six-freaking-thirty?
I sit down in an empty seat next to Brad. Aiden is sitting with Whitney on one side of him and his sister on the other. He gives me a blazing smile and really his teeth alone are worth getting up for.
Brad reaches in his backpack, pulls out a Red Bull, and hands it to me.
“Ohmigawd, thank you,” I whisper. “You are so my new best friend.”
He grins then stands up to speak.
“Well, the good news is we got approval from the dean to start planning our first themed weekend. The bad news is we have a new member. Everyone say hey to Aiden.”
Brad chuckles and Aiden laughs and shakes his fist at Brad.
Is he freaking friends with everyone?
“So, our first weekend will be held in conjunction with the prospective student weekend, which means we’ll have to do it up right. Since we’ve already chosen our first theme, I’ll let Peyton and Aiden take over.
We chose a theme? Who did and when?
Aiden and Peyton both stand up. Aiden says, “We’re going with a Greek theme for our first weekend. Think Greek gods, togas, mythology.”
My eyes get huge. The God of all Hotties planned a Greek-themed weekend? Did he choose it so he can finally be fully in his element? Or does he still not know he’s a god? Maybe this will be his coming out party. When he can finally tell the world what he truly is.
He and Peyton go on and on about how they are going to get the art club to draw huge sketches of the gods. The theater tech club to work with the art club making Greek backdrops, which will hang in the student center. The drama club to do a play. We get to wear togas one night. The café will serve Greek food. The Greek mythology class will sell laurel wreaths to make money for an activity they are trying to fund. We’ll have Olympic-style competitions.
I’m not really listening. I’m daydreaming. Imaging Aiden in a toga and a gold laurel wreath.
They stop talking and Aiden hands out sheets of paper with the club or group we are in charge of.
Does he know I call him the God of all Hotties?
Ohmigawd. Now I’m so embarrassed.
I can barely look at him when he hands me a list.
I pretend to look for something in my black patent Jimmy Choo bag. I touch the colored rock Emery gave me when I left home. I keep moving it and Avery’s purple glitter marker into whichever bag I carry. Ivery’s Tinker Bell wand stays in my closet. I want to wish on it every morning, but I’m saving my wish for when I really need it.
Aiden stops in front of my desk and sets a piece of paper on it. I shut my purse and mess with the red over-the-knee socks that I wore today with a pair of black suede Bottega Veneta platform oxford pumps.
Peyton finishes passing out her lists, then says, “I’d like to talk about Homecoming. It’s only a few weeks away. I really wish that there was something we could do just for us.”
This is a much safer thing to talk about. And it makes me curious. So I ask, “What do you mean just for us? Isn’t Homecoming about us?”