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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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Not-so-Freshmen Chapter Twelve It feels like the next twenty

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