I gave Chance the weekend to figure shit out. Now I’m done waiting. I know I said I’d let her come to me, but damn it, now that I’ve tasted her sweet lips, they’re all I can think about.
Shooting a text to Mase, I tell him to get her number for me. I’m not sure how he gets shit, but he does, he always delivers. Ten minutes later I’ve got her number and I’m texting her.
Me:Times up.
Her:Who is this?
Me:Who were you expecting?
I know she will get the reference to our conversation in the photo lab.
Her:Carter? How did you get my number?
I smile, loving how feisty she is. Any other girl would be throwing herself at me the second I showed interest, but not Chance, and it makes me like her even more.
Me:It’s not important. You coming to find me today?
Her:Undecided.
Me:I just decided for you. Find me, or I’ll find you.
I slide my phone into my jeans without waiting for her reply, and make my way downstairs to hang out with Bells before I head to class. I don’t have any practices Monday mornings so it’s Bella time.
I catch sight of Chance in the distance, and I know she must have seen me before I saw her, because she’s pushing her way through the throng of students gathered in the hallway like she’s running away from something, or someone. Someone like me.
Sliding my phone out, I shoot her a text instead of chasing after her.
Me:I see you.
I don’t expect her to reply, so I put my phone away. This game is actually fun. I’m not usually interested in games outside the bedroom, but this is new to me. Girls don’t run away from me.
By the time lunch rolls around, I still haven’t heard back from her, but I don’t let it get to me. I know we have the only class we share together after break. We normally sit on opposite sides of the room, but that won’t be happening today.
I grin and make my way toward my next class with purpose. I’m eager to see her.
I stroll into the room and walk straight to area Chance sits in with Scout. “You’re sitting with Mase today,” I tell Scout.
She slowly turns her head, looking up at me standing beside her, “Excuse me?”
Leaning down, I wrap my fingers around the back of her chair and whisper in her ear, “Move, now.”
I watch her swallow and shoot a questioning look at Chance, who shakes her head adamantly. I narrow my eyes at her, then refocus on Scout, “It’s not a request, either you move, or I tell Mase to come over here and get you.”
She jumps out of her seat, “Okay, I’m going. Pushy much?” she says with a glare.
I shrug, “You were in my way.” I take her now vacated seat, not bothering to see if she’s going to sit with Mase or just take any available one she can find. Swivelling to face Chance, I smile at her.
I expect her to continue the avoidance tactic, but I’m pleasantly surprised when she swings her eyes up to meet mine. She eyes me warily, and I allow myself to examine her properly. She’s wearing a black T today that says I like to shoot people and hang them on my walls. I snort when I read it. “Nice shirt,” I tell her.
Her eyes flick down to her T briefly to check what she’s wearing, then she grins, and damn if I don’t feel awesome for making her smile like that. She’s matched it with a pair of high waisted button up denim shorts that the shirt is tucked into. And a pair of boots covered in Alice in Wonderland characters, the Cheshire Cat standing out the most on the toes.
On Friday, she looked like a punk princess. Today, she looks like a cute psycho. And I really fucking like it.
“Thanks,” she says softly, and my eyes flick back up to hers.
She’s blushing slightly and I reach out to stroke her throat as the redness spreads up it. She shivers as the back of my knuckles glide over her heated flesh. “I told you I would find you if you didn’t find me,” I say, when I finally pull my hand away from her soft creamy skin.
“I know,” she snips, her eyes refusing to meet mine.
I reach for her jaw to turn her face to mine, but that’s when Professor Decroon enters the room, calling for attention. I drop my hand and shift my focus to the front of the room momentarily. Chance visibly relaxes beside me and I grit my teeth. What’s her problem? She’s hot, then cold, then shy, I can’t keep up.
Decroon begins her lecture on, I’m not entirely sure what because I’m only half listening to her. I’m too distracted by the intriguing girl beside me. Chance notices my eyes fixed on the side of her face and she shoots me a look.
I grin back at her and she shakes her head at me, “What are you doing?” she hisses under her breath.
“Trying to figure you out,” I tell her honestly.
Her face scrunches up in an adorable frown, “Good luck with that. Let me know what you come up with, I’ve been trying to figure me out for years.”
My fingers itch to touch her again, so I slide my hand onto her thigh under the small desk that attaches to the arm of the chairs, and she tenses, “Thinking time is over, Chance,” I tell her, with a gentle squeeze.
Her eyes widen, “But I haven’t decided.”
Leaning down I whisper in her ear, “I have,” then I kiss her neck so softly it doesn’t come close to satisfying the need growing inside of me.
When I pull back her eyes search mine, and I don’t look away. I let her see how much I want her, how much I want to know her, how much I need to be with her. She bites down on the corner of her bottom lip then sighs, “Fine, but I’m not hanging out with your arsehole friends.”
I shrug, “I can deal with that.”