Not-so-Freshmen
Chapter Twelve
It feels
like the next twenty four hours are on fast-forward, and all I
can think about is how after school will go. Tutoring with
Parker, and then hanging out with Wesley. Fhjsjfgaewf. It should be
interesting.
Before I know it, I’m waiting in the
math classroom again. I decide to go ahead and sit down in one of
the chairs, behind a desk. My foot taps to an imaginary beat
while I wait for Parker. Today, he walks into the room at just
3:09.
“Hi Paisley,” he grins, and
drags a desk next to mine. I smile at him in greeting, and wait
for him to sit in the chair next to mine, so we can start
working.
But instead, he plops down on top of me,
and crushes my lap.
“Um, Parker,” I squeak from
under him. “What are you doing?” I plant my hands
against his back and try to push him off of me, but my
chipmunk-arm-strength fails me.
He chuckles, without saying a word or even
looking at me, and takes out his math homework. “So, I was
having trouble with number three,” he says, as if I’m
not under him, but I can hear a slight smile in his
voice.
“Parker!” I croak, trying to
push him off again. “Get off me!”
He laughs loudly this time, and
says,”Nahh.”
I sink down into my chair, and examine the
logo on the back of his t-shirt.
“Parker, I really think you should
get off of me. I would really hate for your parents to waste the
money that they pay for me to tutor you because you are too busy
flirting and crushing my vital organs.” Somehow, I manage to keep a flat, calm
voice through that entire mini-speech.
For a second, I think he’s actually
going to listen to me. But of course, no. Instead, he spins
around so that he’s facing me, with one leg on each end of
the chair that we are both somehow sitting in.
“I guess you’re right,”
Parker says, looking down at me. One of his hands moves to my
face, and the other one interlocks our fingers. His thumb rubs
back and forth on my cheek, and he leans closer to me. He plants
a soft kiss on my cheek, and squeezes my hand.
Out of habit, my eyes dart to our hands,
laced together at my side.
“Is that okay?” he
whispers.
My eyes drift back to him, and I nod my
head once, slowly. He has some weird effect on me that slows
everything down, and seems to shut out the rest of the
world.
He squeezes my hand, and forces me out of
my own thoughts. But then, another thought creeps into my mind. A
terrifying, inevitable thought. Why is he doing all of
this?
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