Just a late birthday present for a reader. And a birthday present for anyone who's birthday it is today.
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I was walking down the crowded hallway, minding my business, and blasting my music in my earbuds, when an arm wrapped around my shoulders and a body pressed into the side of mine.
Making a face, I cowered away while trying to keep my earbuds in since the person was rubbing up against the side of my head and making it fall out. Just by the smell alone, I knew who it was.
"Geeze, dude," I laughed, tilting my head back to look up at Thion, "Can I just... breathe, please?"
His face scrunched up in mock confusion, "What? What does that even mean? I swear all you do is make shit up, bro."
Grinning, I turned and wrapped my arms around his torso and took a deep whiff of his shirt. I'm gonna miss this guy like crazy.
Eventually, it turned into me walking backward while I clung to him, trying not to fall. He even kept his normally giant strides smaller to match my pace, so I don't fall back and crack my skull on their nasty floor.
I had my chin resting on his chest as I stared up at him, "Don't leave me."
His head tilted back, and he laughed loudly while I grinned, trying not to pay attention to the kids who were glancing at us as we bustled through the crowd. Some of them were probably giving me dirty looks, which is understandable, this wasn't the time or place to be getting all cuddly, but come on... it's Thion. The guy was made for cuddling. And he doesn't mind that that's what I use him for.
"Please?" I added, "The others can go, and I'll miss them like, a lot, but you can't leave. Can't you stay back a year?"
"Man," he started, shaking his head with a large grin. He looked down at me, "You let Rich hear you say that and I'm a dead man."
I shook my head, "This ain' 'bout him, he gon be aight," maybe it was something one my face that made him laugh again, "This is about us. Cause he not treating me right, right now, and he don't wanna sign the divorce papers, so..." I was rolling my eyes so hard I could hardly see, "He gots ta' go."
Thion scoffed with a laugh, stopping when we came to the crowd of kids trying to get into the cafeteria. He looked down at me, "Please, you know he's the one you're gonna be bawling your eyes out for when that last day of school hit."
I shook my head, "I mean, not really, since he's gonna be right here," I pointed over my shoulder even though the community college isn't that close, but it is in that general direction, so it counts. "I can see him whenever, but you..." I squeezed him tightly around his torso. He let out a grunt that made me grin and loosen my hold on him, "You're gonna be in New York, dude. My city. You can't be in my city without me."
"And that's why I'm gonna come visit, and if your mom say it's cool you can come out and spend a couple weekends with me or somethin'."
I pouted and was about to declare my love when a teacher cut into our moment.
"Okay, you two, break it up. People need to get through."
I sighed heavily and unwrapped myself from around him as we went through the doors.
Thion leaned down to my ear, "I swear, these old people be hatin' just cause they ain gettin' no dick."
I choked on a laugh and reached up to cover my mouth as I stared at him over my shoulder, stifling my laugh.
"You are so wrong for that," I laughed and we both started cracking up.
We got in line quickly and after waiting for at least five minutes, and talking about random stuff, we finally got our food and was on our way to our usual table.
Everyone was already there and having a heated conversation about something. Some people were talking over each other, laughing loudly, eating sloppilyâjust to keep it short, we were one of those groups.
I managed to snatch the chair next to Jess before Thion did and he stared at me blankly, me grinning at him, before he made his way around the table. Jess and I snickered lowly, leaning into each other briefly.
"Oh, hey," I greeted Sean who was sitting next to me.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek, making me grin like a fool. They make me feel so loved.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Julia said loudly, getting everyone's attention, "All in favor of a movie and dinner for Ari's birthday say 'aye'!"
And that they did. All of them said it. Very loudly. Which made me shrink down in my seat, but not being able to hide my grin.
She looked over at me with a shrug and a smug smile. I shook my head.
"Come on," she complained, giving me a tired look. I shook my head again.
"Okay, what if we just have a movie marathon and pizza at one of our houses." Mariana suggested.
"Harry Potter," I heard someone say from the end of the table.
"Fuck yeah!"
I laughed along with everyone else when a teacher shouted for the person to "watch their mouth", from somewhere behind me, against the far wall.
They were all staring at me now. Quiet. It made my skin prickle.
"I-I don't know..." I trailed off.
"We can have it at my place," Jess said next to me and I was very happy to look over at her and not the multiple pairs of eyes that were on me.
"Yeah, she has a theater room. Shit's huge." Thion said from somewhere, obviously with food in his mouth by the sound of it.
"We can watch Sabrina..." That was Chris.
He was sitting across the table and few chairs down, but I could see him clearly. He was wearing a faint smile.
"You get movie privileges obviously since it's gonna be your birthday. And that's what we're watching." he shrugged, crossing his arms and laying them on the table.
He had me there.
I thought about it for an extended moment. I do like hanging out with them. There's too much of them to ever get bored and we're always doing something. No doubt they'd make the day great...
"I'll have to ask." I said sheepishly, but they all started cheering anyway.
I pressed my lips together against a smile. The fact that they actually care, is kinda bizarre to me. I've never had anyone want to make a huge thing about my birthday, and now I have multiple people who want to. It's weird but great.
My eyes caught Chris and he was grinning and shaking his head at something Nate had said to him. Maybe he felt my stare, and even though it was just a second long, his eyes caught mine easily, then he winked.
It felt like my stomach was caving in and my heart was on fire at this point, but I made a face at him but smiled and looked down at my tray.
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The day went by fairly quickly, with my friends constantly coming up to me in the halls between classes and asking me what I wanted for my birthday. Constantly, I've told them I don't want anything, but they kept coming, so by the end of the day, I was hiding and dodging them. I got Chris to hop in his car fast and take me home before they all started coming at me when they got out.
But I can't say I don't feel special. They're great people and they actually care, or they just really love birthdays. Chris did mention to me that they went all out for birthdays. They're actually "toning it down" for me, he'd said. And I appreciated that. And it's times like these, I hate to remind myself they're leaving me in two and half months. I don't know what I'm gonna do without them. But we'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there.
"So, you're gonna ask her right?" Chris asked as I pulled the spoon out of my mouth slowly.
I turned to him, folding my leg under me and leaning back on the passenger door, "Mhm," I nodded.
"Please, Ariana, ask her," he stressed.
I made a sound, gaping at him for a second, "I said I was going to."
"Yeah, but I know you," he said, which made me roll my eyes, "You'll put it off until it's Saturday morning and then she'll say no, and you won't care."
We were currently in his car, sitting outside my apartment complex. On our way over, I said I wanted ice cream and this man really stopped, went into a supermarket and came out with a whole tub of party cake ice cream and a pack of plastic spoons.
And as much I hate him, I fucking love him.
But the topic at hand was the sleepover Jess wanted to have for my birthday. We decided to make it a sleepover soon after I told them I'd have to ask my mom in case she had anything planned. A sleepover because, they said my mom might want to do something with me, so if she doesn't mind, she'd drop me off over at Jess's tomorrow night.
The main reason why this was even happening was because weâwell Iâreally wanted to watch the second part of Sabrina. Chris was more inclined toward the birthday part of the day because he's lame. But the past few weeks have been difficult for us, in terms of setting a date for us to watch it together and one of us staying at the other's house for the night. With my mom being who she is, and his mother being who she is, the possibility of that happening was very slim. So, this little party was our gateway to that.
At the moment, he was trying to get me to ask my mom as soon as I can and I was trying to let him know I will, but he's being stupid.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek briefly, "Yeah, but I'm gonna ask her."
"Today." He demanded.
"Okay!" I exclaimed with a laugh, "Damn."
"Watch your mouth in my car," he said warningly.
Yes, papi.
"I know you're not talking to me," I shook my head, looking down at my cup as I got some more ice cream on my spoon.
He reached over and got his spoon from the tub, getting a good amount of ice cream on it then brought it to his lips. I tried to keep my eyes away from his mouth, but I couldn't. He had really nice lips. They were far from the thin paper-like lips I see some white boys have to live with, and when he licked them to get some of the ice cream, they glistened all pink and I just wanted to bite them.
"Why are we like this?" he wondered aloud.
I snickered, "I have no idea."
"It's toxic as fuck if you ask me," was his response, and I cackled like a maniac.
"It's your fault really."
"Ex-cuse me?" he turned even more in the driver's seat, pulling his leg up on the seat as he faced me.
"You're just always lookin' to start something for no reason," I voiced, shrugging, eating more of my ice cream and meeting his wide, unbelieving eyes. I nodded, humming.
"You are full of shit," he said firmly. I gave him a blank look to say, 'see what I'm saying'.
He just shook his head, "You are!" he exclaimed, "You're always blaming me for everything."
"And so will your future girlfriend, so suck it up."
"I doubt she'll treat me the way you do," he shook his head mockingly, but I legit felt that.
"Okay," I breathed, "Can we agree to tone down on the mean comments and fights, then?"
He shrugged, "Done."
"Then, no more pulling my hair," I told him, since he liked tugging at my hair on a daily basis, which is what starts most of our physical fights. It's never real ones, but we've left a mark or two on each other because of it.
He made a face, "But-"
"Chrisley..." I cut him off, giving him a look.
He sighed loudly and exaggeratingly, "Fine. Can I touch it, at least?"
Does he hear how dirty that sounds? Maybe it's just me. I need to start going to church again.
I pretended to think about it before I shook my head with a smile, "No."
"But why not?" he almost whined.
"Why do you want to, it's just hair," I laughed. This guy has problems.
"Because you look so different with all of them."
I looked away, trying to find the correlation, "And how does that..."
"You're just..." he reached out and I stared at him blankly when he began playing with the braids falling over my shoulder, adjusting them, "So pretty," he finished. My lips twitched as I held back a smile. "I can't help wanting to mess you up a little."
I grinned because this guy is truly crazy, "This is a very toxic marriage, babe."
His smile was wide, and he dropped his hand, "No, actually- should I be honest?" I nodded, humming and moving my braids over my shoulder. I rested the side of my head against the headrest, watching him watch me.
I couldn't stop myself from smiling and reached up to poke his cheek, "You're staring at me."
I've gotten used to it. It used to make me blush immenselyâit still does, just not like it used to. Mostly when he does it in public though, because it's other people who notice and point it out. Then they make a huge commotion about it.
He dropped his gaze with a slight upward tug at the corners of his lips. He looked back up at me and said, "I just want your attention."
I made a face before letting out an incredulous laugh, "What? You always have my attention!"
"Not always," he held up a finger and I shook my head with a smile, "And sometimes I don't have all of it. I want all your attention, all the time."
I covered my face, laughing as I felt my face getting hot, "Dude, you sound like a clingy boyfriend."
"I'm a clingy husband," he emphasized, making me groan with a laugh, my face getting hotter.
I moved my hand, but still left it on my face, peeking through my fingers at him. He was smiling at me, obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I let out a breath, moving my hand beneath my chin, smiling, "So you rather mess with my hair and risk me killing you than just talking to me like a normal person?"
His smile stretched, and he nodded, "Pretty much."
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, "You're fucking crazy."
He shrugged in response, "Yeah," he drawled nonchalantly, still smiling.
A moment later I realized that we were still staring and smiling at each other like idiots, and I was almost leaning across the center console toward him.
He reached up suddenly and my breath caught, my eyes fluttering briefly when his thumb brushed my cheek. I felt like I was gonna pass out.
What the hell is going on?
"We should do something," he said, his voice a low rumble that cause goosebumps to rise on my arms. He dropped his hand to the side of my thigh.
I pulled myself together quickly, "That's why we're going to Jess's sleepover slash birthday party for me."
"Something else," he shook his head, "Just us."
That made me feel something weird. We always went out and did stuff together, just the two of us and the rest of our friends never know. Hell, we're doing something now. But the way he said it was different. It made me feel like the bottom of my stomach was falling out and I was gonna have a heart attack. He's actually killing me.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and sat up straight, "Well, why don't you think about it on your way to work," I adjusted myself in my seat, sitting forward again and stretching my arms out in front of my body, groaning loudly.
"Come on, I have ten more minutes."
I snickered, taking another spoon of ice cream before covering the tub, "Why do you even do stuff like this for me?" I got out through my stuffed cheeks. I leaned back, turning my head to him lazily.
He shrugged, "I like you."
I smiled, "Do you not like the rest of your friends?"
He lets out a low laugh before responding, "It's not like that. I just... I can talk to you without..." he looks away, trying to find the right words it seems, "I dunno, you're just different." He reached up to run his hands over his hair grown out hair, messing it up.
Since the last time he'd let it grow out, he cut it, but that was a couple weeks ago. Now his hair was almost tickling the top of his ears. It was so... nice looking on him.
"Well, thanks," I grinned.
It was his turn to grin as he stares out the windshield at the snow that started falling lightly, "Cause you know how I turn into a stuttering mess sometimes," he turned back to me.
I sputtered out a laugh, "Yeah, you really do."
He turned away again, a smile on his lips, "Don't get me wrong, I love my friends. Some of them just have a tendency to... I don't know, they just... I don't know-"
"Breathe," I cut him off, amused at how flustered he was getting, "Calm down." I reached out to rub his upper arm teasingly, but in a soothing way.
He shook his head with a breathless laugh, "It's just, you can't make a mistake around them sometimes. You say one wrong thing you're ridiculed, and I guess that's how friends are. But I don't like being centered like that, y'know? So, I just don't talk most times. Cause I say dumb shit all the time, and... that way I just save myself the embarrassmentâby not talking. But with you," his turned to me again, "I can talk to you and say all the dumb shit I don't normally say, and I know you won't go back and tell everybody and make fun of me for it," he paused, "At least not all the time," he shook his head when I pressed my lips together against a smile, "The same thing goes for Nate. But yeah, I feel comfortable with you."
"That's nice," is all I had to say.
He laughed loudly, "You're so awkward!"
I joined in soon after, "It's weird! We normally don't say such nice things to each other," I reminded him.
"And that's what we're working on," he replied gesturing between us with a finger, "Being nicer to each other. So, no more calling me a bitch."
I made a face, mocking him from before, "But you... kinda are sometimes..."
He stared at me blankly for a moment, "Get out."
Laughing loudly, I pushed myself over the console and wrapped my arms around him, "I'm kidding."
He tried to pry me off as gently as he could, "As much as I like your boobs rubbing all over me, I won't condone you calling me a bitch."
I ignored the first part and pulled back to look at his face, "It's just that you act like a preteen sometimes, with all your stuttering and babbling. It's adorable, but you act like a virgin."
He nodded, "That's probably the dumbest shit I've ever heard you say."
My jaw dropped and I pulled away.
He shook his head, "I'm not taking it back. How does one act like a virgin?"
"Simple," I gestured to him.
"I guess I give myself away then."
I drew back and eyed him before letting out a low, disbelieving, "No." He didn't react, "You're not... You are?" When he still didn't react, I gasped dramatically. He turned away, rolling his eyes, "Christian," I cooed, leaning over to him again and placing my hand on his cheek, turning his face to me, "You're a virgin?"
He groaned, trying to pull back but I put my other hand on his other cheek and kept his gaze on mine, "Yes, can you get off me?"
"I'm not teasing you, I swear, it's just so hard to believe," my eyes kept running over him, "Just look at you. You mean to tell me no one's ever touched your pee pee?"
His eyebrows raised, "I never said that. I just never had sex, but what's the big deal?"
I dropped my hands and sat back, "We just have so much in common."
He started cracking up and I grinned.
"But seriously, why haven't you?" I asked not long after.
"Why haven't you?" he retorted, leaning back against the door.
I shrugged, "Well, first of all my mom," I said, and he snickered, "And I don't know, I just haven't. I'm not waiting for anything special to be honest. When it happens it happens, as long as it's the right way."
"Well I'm scared of STDs," was his reason. I couldn't help how loud my laugh came out after that. "Listen," he said as I tried calming down, "When you've gotten as many sex talks as I have and learned about how much shit can happen to genitals if you contract some of these diseases, you'd be just as scared as I am. I'd like my body, immune system, and genitals to stay the way they are."
Does he not know what a condom is?
"You know they have stuff to prevent that, right?" I retorted, eyeing him, "Your mom told you what a co-"
He cut me off, rolling his eyes, "I know. But I could not have one when I'm about to... y'know... and make the stupid decision of going in without one. I rather not okay. I figured, since I don't know how it feels, I won't be so tempted."
I stared at him, shaking my head for a moment with an uncontrollable smile, "You are too cute."
"Yeah?" he retorted, his eyebrows raised, "Well there's nothing cute about bumps, and warts, and mucu-"
"Okay!" I cut him off, shuddering.
"Not a nice visual is it?" He gave me a look.
I shook my head, "You suck."
He hummed, nodding slowly, "Which is what I want my future wife to be comfortable doing knowing that I'm as clean and pure as the day I was born."
I opened my mouth to respond but didn't know what to say, so I just ended up shaking my head with a face. Can't say I couldn't picture perfectly what he just said and I'm ashamed. A little.
"Wait," I realized something, and my heart all but melted, "You're waiting until marriage?"
"I'm already married," he replied easily, smirking.
"Okay! Bye!" I said loudly, reaching into the back seat to get my bag while he laughed. Because of that, the visual I had earlier, replaced the random white girl I imagined giving him a blowjob, with me. And it made my face and neck get hot as I gathered my stuff.
"I'm telling," I said when I finally met his smug face, getting my phone off the aux and slipping it into my coat pocket.
"What did I say?" he grinned.
"You're disgusting and you're going to hell."
"All you do is condemn me to hell, what for?" He said as I opened the door and got out, pulling my coat tighter around me when the freezing air hit me, but it felt nice as it cooled my warm cheeks.
I turned back to get my bag from the seat, and he was leaned across the console, his forearm pressed into it and his other hand on the wheel.
He was grinning as I shook my head, but then he said, "And what are we asking our moms?"
I rolled my eyes, "If we can attend Jess's slumber party."
"Perfect. Now close my door, it's getting cold."
I held back a smile and stuck my tongue out at him childishly before stepping back and closing the door with my hip.
Immediately after, the window started going down and I made a face, "What?"
"See you tomorrow, beautiful," he smirked.
I shook my head, "Bye," I muttered, smiling.
I turned away and started making my way to my building. There was a loud whistle and I couldn't help but grin, shaking my head and waving over my shoulder.
It's when I got to my door and opened it that I knew he'd gotten out of his car, because arms wrapped around me, lifting me suddenly and making me let out a startled sound. He placed me onto the high-leveled ground inside and I turned, smiling widely up at him as he did the same.
"What is your problem?" I retorted but I couldn't stop smiling.
"Don't I get a kiss?" He said playfully, keeping me against him by my coat.
I laughed, "Chris, get away from me."
"Just one," he grinned and pulled me closer.
"Christian," I said warningly as he practically leered at me with a teasing grin.
"Just a tiny one," he repeated playfully, and I rolled my eyes.
I didn't think, because if I did, I wouldn't have done it.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down while I pushed myself up on my toes, and placed my lips on his. It was quick, but it left a tingling feeling over my skin. He'd frozen up at first, but relaxed not even a second later, sliding his hands to my back to press my body into him even more. I made sure to sink my teeth into his bottom lip gently like I've been wanting to for months. He let out a low groan that vibrated through my body, making a shiver run down my spine.
Then I pushed him away far enough so I could pull the door to the apartment building shutâseparating us. He stumbled a little before he looked up, a dazed look on his face like he can't believe that just happened. I couldn't believe I actually did it either. I could still feel his lips on mine. The softness and coolnessâlike a cloud.
His lips were parted and small puffs of white passing through them as he breathed into the cold air. He met my gaze through the rectangular glass where I was still standing behind the door, biting my lip to hold back a smile. I took a step back, giving him a small salute then turned and hurried up the steps before he could convince me to open the door.
And all of that happened in the small span of ten seconds.
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The next day came quicker than I wanted it to. Like I'd promised, I asked my mom if I could have a sleepover at Jess's with the rest of my friends and she said it was okay. Obviously, it didn't take just one try. I had to let her know I wasn't really looking to do anything that day anyway other than staying home. That was unless she was. But it's when I told her that Jess's parents were gonna be home that she caved and said it was fine for me to go.
Now, it was Friday and I've been dreading school the whole afternoon before and on my way there. Even while my mom had prodded on and on about how cute I looked and how she hoped I wasn't trying to empress any boys, I couldn't really focus on that, because I had a lot on my mind.
One, I have crazy friends, and as excited as I was to see them, there's a strong possibility they might corner me and force me to stand there while they sing me 'happy birthday', something I specifically told them I don't want. Or they'll try to give me those dreaded balloons. I already told them, if they got me any, I was gonna pop them before I took them.
And two... I kissed Christian Rich. Christian Nikolas Rich's lips touched mine. Something that never should've happened. Something that kept me up the whole night, along with me trying to figure out what I was gonna wear the next day. The whole night, I couldn't get the feel of his lips on mine, out of my head, and that look he had on his face. I was half expecting to see him still standing outside my apartment when I came down this morning.
He didn't text or call me which was great. I wouldn't know what to say to him anyway, and I probably would've ignored him, and I don't want him thinking I regret it or something, because I don't. Not sure if I'd do it again, but I didn't regret it. In all fairness, he was mostly to blame for it happening, so if he gets mad at me, I'll kindly remind he was the one pushing for it. No matter how playful he was trying to be.
I was very nervous about seeing him, because I didn't know what to do. How would I act? What would I say? Should I pretend it didn't happen and just go back to normal? Cause I can do that. I can do that just fine, without hurt or offense. It was just a kiss, it wasn't such a big deal and it wasn't like he was my first kiss anyway, so I wasn't all panicky and in my feelings about it. I can kiss all my friends if someone dared me.
But this was Chris.
We had a moment a couple months ago. A heated, hot, steaming moment that didn't quite turn into anything but has been branded in my head ever since it happened. He was different than the rest of my friends, and as much as I wanted to group everyone together and make it look like they were all as equally close to me like he was, I couldn't.
All the scenarios of how he would react when he saw me today, were running through my head on overdrive, and to be honest most of them weren't very pleasant.
And that's why I stood outside math class for a while after getting there and got into a quick hi and bye conversation with my dare acquaintance Jared. I swear, he gets finer every time I see him.
"You aren't goin' to class?" he asked.
He was leaning against the lockers, his hands in his pockets and looking mighty fine. Have I said that before?
He was the cliché football player, with muscled arms that would be bulging and attractive if he wasn't wearing a loose-fitting sweater with the school's mascot on it, and a North Face coat.
I was standing in front of him while kids crowded the halls, some trying to get to class and others lounging around like me and Jared here. I'd been casually scrolling through my phone and leaning against the lockers when he said hi, and I looked up and said hi, and then he slowed down, and his friends slowed down, then he told them they could go and they did, and we started talking to each other.
Just standard catching up, on classes and his games, which I've been to a couple with my friends. He's one of their best players and I go to see that ass in under armor pants. It was the best part of watching all those games.
"It's actually this one right here," I pointed over my shoulder with a smile. He hummed with a nod and I added, "Yeah, I'm dreading it."
"Why? What happen?"
I didn't want to tell him the main reason, so I gave him the downplayed one. "I, ah, have some friends in the same class and... it's kinda my birthday tomorrow and I know they're gonna start some shit today so... yeah." I shrugged, throwing my head back exaggeratedly when he got hype.
"It's your birthday?"
"Tomorrow."
He waved it off and wrapped his arms around me in a hug, making me laugh. But damn he smells good.
"Isa birthday girl," he hyped, rocking me.
"Can you keep your voice down." I cringed, and we pulled away.
He chuckled, "Yeah, right. You gon do somethin'?"
I nodded, "Yeah, my friend's throwing this 'sleepover'," I put air quotes around the word, "But I'm just going cause she has a theater room and I plan on sleeping in there in front of the screen."
We both laughed until my teacher came and broke it up. I swear, these teachers don't like seeing me have a good time.
"Ariana, the late bell's going to ring any second, let's get in the class."
I rolled my eyes and Jared grinned, leaning in to give me another one-armed hug. He patted my back gently and I stopped myself from reaching down and patting his ass. We pulled away and he wished me a happy birthday and said he'll see me around, and we went our separate ways.
I breathed heavily and told myself to calm down as I entered the class. This was one of those times I've been grateful that Chris and I were in different groups, on opposite sides of the room. Our teacher did it on purpose after seeing how we are when we're close to each other.
She does this thing where she rotates us every month. The first month she assigned us seats; the second, she let us choose our groups. Guess what my group was... a whole mess. We almost got split up because we were too hype all the time and Chris and I argue a lot and loud. And now, this month, we were assigned seats again, and I caught on to her pattern. She definitely put the three of us in different corners of the room twice. She learned her lesson the first time, I guess. I have no clue how she didn't give us detention at some point.
My assigned seat now, was the group closest to the door, and Chris was one group over on the other end of the classroom, in a seat that cause his back to be turned to me. Thion was in the group in the back corner, but he faced me.
Everyone was still lounging around though since the bell hadn't gone off yet. Any second now and it will.
I set my bag down on my chair and hurried over to Thion who was perched on his desk, and practically jumped on him to wrap my arms around his shoulders, "Please tell me no one bought balloons." I begged in his ear.
I could tell he was grinning when he said, "I didn't buy any, can't say anything for everybody else."
Pulling away, I took a step back but left my hands on his shoulders, "Tell me what you know."
He snorted, "Ion know! I'd watch out for Mar, though. She extra."
I huffed, looking away. I caught some people looking at me, but I didn't let that get to me. It did make me uncomfortable, but I breathed deeply and told myself they were lowlives with no lives. Most people don't agree with my closeness to the guys in our group. I guess my affection makes me look like a hoe, but there's not much that I can do to please people and I don't plan to. I'm just as affectionate with the girls, and there isn't a problem, but once I lay a finger on one of the guys, I'm a whore.
Thion looked over at me and took my hand, raised it and started twirling me slowly, "Ouuu, look at you. Getting' all cute." He hyped and I grinned.
"You like it," I said dramatically, striking a pose and flashing my braids like a mad person, "I just threw it on, y'know? Comes naturally."
He kept on hyping me up and encouraging my bullshit, until I turned a certain way and spotted Chris walking into class. He was staring at me, his eyes going up and down my body.
And just to ease what kind of awkwardness that was gonna come next, I said, "I like that look," I pointed at his face, "That's exactly why I wore this color." I nodded smugly and did a little dance with my shoulders.
I always knew he liked seeing me in bright colors. I was wearing an orchid colored, high-neck crop top. Orchid was just a pale purple basically. The material was tight around my bosom, so all those who thought I didn't have any chest was being proven wrong today. I paired it with some fancy light jeans, my black converse, and my black coat. I was still wearing my coat because it's a part of my outfit and it's cold in this school. Only thing that probably made me feel stupid right now is that I had my braided pigtails in two buns. My mom said it was cute, but I kinda feel stupid. I just didn't look at myself in the mirror when I got dressed. I already knew I looked good, so I didn't need to, and if I saw how my hair looked, I'd be in a bad mood.
Thion was snickering and I heard him mutter, "Dude, get it together."
Chris didn't look at him, but he didn't get to say what he was about to either, since Mrs. Davis came in and started talking.
"Okay, I need three people up on the board to do the warmups," then she didn't even let people volunteer, she added, "Great- Ariana, Cassidy, Jake, up to the board."
"That's just great," I said sarcastically, making my way to the front.
But thankfully, I actually knew what I was doing and was finished about the same time the next girl was. The guy was just standing there though, so I figured I'd help him out a little.
While I was helping him step by step, I heard a loud throat-clearing sound. I ignored it until it got to the third one and turned to look at Chris who was chilling in his seat in the front.
"Can I help you?" I retorted.
"Yours is wrong." Is what he said.
I didn't even care, cause he always did this. He probably didn't even solve the problem, just wanted to hear himself talk. He does the same thing when our teacher calls on me for an answer. The second I reply he shouts from anywhere around the room, telling me it's wrong.
I turned to look at the board despite myself and went over it quickly then turned back to him with a face, "No, it isn't."
"Okay, since you're a mathematician," he retorted and rolled his eyes. Some people in his group laughed.
I held back a smile, staring at him with my eyes squinted, "Shut up."
Our teacher walked up next to the guy who was finishing up his problem, and peered at mine, then nodded.
"Hah!" I stuck my tongue out at Chris and flipped him off. "Oh, sorry," I snickered, when I saw that she was looking at me, and started going to my seat.
I smacked Chris on the side of his head as I passed, laughing when he jerked like he got shot. I dodged when he tried to hit me back and hurried to my seat with a grin.
When I sat down, I felt relaxed for the most part. I don't know if he's gonna wanna talk about what happen, he probably will, but for now, at least I know we're good.