A few days had passed since their last “meeting”, at the football. She was too upset, too confused with these feelings. Yes, she had finally realized she wanted him.. really wanted him. Everything about him was interesting, unlike all the other guys. He was one of a kind in her eyes.
He was brilliant and complicated, which is tough to find in a 20-something-year old. Especially, since she never looked for a guy. She was too busy and focused on school. Sure, she’s had boyfriends. Though, none of them got her hot when she randomly thought of them. But, he did.
“I’m eating.”
She states with annoyance, as he sits at the open chair across from her.
“I’m watching.”
He shrugs.
“Can’t bạn bother me later?”
“Someone’s bitchy when they don’t get to eat their all-vegetable lunch.”
He states, giving a disgust face as he eyes her food.
“It’s called healthy.”
She nods her head up and down, hiển thị sarcasm.
“It’s called sickening.”
She does the eye roll, and continues to eat.
He looks around, then, looks back at her.
“By the way, the girl I was with at the game is not my tình yêu bug.”
He states, making a sarcastic face at the name.
She nods, trying to pretend not to care.
“She’s a friend-”
“Oh, so bạn feel all your Những người bạn up at football games?”
“Only the ones that are decently attractive.”
There’s sarcasm hiển thị clearly in his voice.
She shakes her head.
“Were you-”
He pauses, and scrunches his brows, then continues.
“Were bạn jealous that night?”
“Gonna to have to be thêm specific. Which night?”
“So, there were other nights.”
He starts smiling.
“No. I’m just proving a point, that, bạn need to be thêm specific.”
“Right.”
He shakes his head, not believing her statement.
She starts eating again.
“You were jealous at the game, weren’t you?”
Another smile creeps on his face.
“Jealous? At the game? Are bạn kidding me?”
“Just admit it. bạn got jealous.”
“I’m not admitting anything, because there’s nothing to admit.”
“Sure there isn’t one little tiny thing bạn need to admit?”
“No.”
She states, coldly.
He looks down, then back up.
“Fine.”
“Okay.”
She nods, then so does he.
“Why are bạn doing this?”
“Doing what?”
He asks in confusion.
“Annoying me 24-7.”
“Like I said, it’s fun to make bạn mad.”
“I’m going to be bạn for a second, and hiển thị bạn just how irritating bạn are.”
”It’s not as easy as it looks.”
“Here’s me portraying you: There must be a reason for her walking away from me at the game, because there’s a reason for everything.”
She states in a serious manner like his own, trying to mirror every detail of him.
He smirks.
“Your point is?”
“Stop being such a pain in the ass.”
“It’s who I am, though.”
He fakes a sad look.
“No, it’s not.”
“You don’t think I’m an-“
“Of course I do, but that’s not all of who bạn are.”
He stays quiet. They keep eye contact, until she finally speaks up.
“I’ve gotta go to class.”
For a một phút he actually has a true sad look, then he quickly hides it.
“See ya around.”
She states, picking up her books, and trash off the table.
He was brilliant and complicated, which is tough to find in a 20-something-year old. Especially, since she never looked for a guy. She was too busy and focused on school. Sure, she’s had boyfriends. Though, none of them got her hot when she randomly thought of them. But, he did.
“I’m eating.”
She states with annoyance, as he sits at the open chair across from her.
“I’m watching.”
He shrugs.
“Can’t bạn bother me later?”
“Someone’s bitchy when they don’t get to eat their all-vegetable lunch.”
He states, giving a disgust face as he eyes her food.
“It’s called healthy.”
She nods her head up and down, hiển thị sarcasm.
“It’s called sickening.”
She does the eye roll, and continues to eat.
He looks around, then, looks back at her.
“By the way, the girl I was with at the game is not my tình yêu bug.”
He states, making a sarcastic face at the name.
She nods, trying to pretend not to care.
“She’s a friend-”
“Oh, so bạn feel all your Những người bạn up at football games?”
“Only the ones that are decently attractive.”
There’s sarcasm hiển thị clearly in his voice.
She shakes her head.
“Were you-”
He pauses, and scrunches his brows, then continues.
“Were bạn jealous that night?”
“Gonna to have to be thêm specific. Which night?”
“So, there were other nights.”
He starts smiling.
“No. I’m just proving a point, that, bạn need to be thêm specific.”
“Right.”
He shakes his head, not believing her statement.
She starts eating again.
“You were jealous at the game, weren’t you?”
Another smile creeps on his face.
“Jealous? At the game? Are bạn kidding me?”
“Just admit it. bạn got jealous.”
“I’m not admitting anything, because there’s nothing to admit.”
“Sure there isn’t one little tiny thing bạn need to admit?”
“No.”
She states, coldly.
He looks down, then back up.
“Fine.”
“Okay.”
She nods, then so does he.
“Why are bạn doing this?”
“Doing what?”
He asks in confusion.
“Annoying me 24-7.”
“Like I said, it’s fun to make bạn mad.”
“I’m going to be bạn for a second, and hiển thị bạn just how irritating bạn are.”
”It’s not as easy as it looks.”
“Here’s me portraying you: There must be a reason for her walking away from me at the game, because there’s a reason for everything.”
She states in a serious manner like his own, trying to mirror every detail of him.
He smirks.
“Your point is?”
“Stop being such a pain in the ass.”
“It’s who I am, though.”
He fakes a sad look.
“No, it’s not.”
“You don’t think I’m an-“
“Of course I do, but that’s not all of who bạn are.”
He stays quiet. They keep eye contact, until she finally speaks up.
“I’ve gotta go to class.”
For a một phút he actually has a true sad look, then he quickly hides it.
“See ya around.”
She states, picking up her books, and trash off the table.