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Political Science - Chapter Five
Michelle’s POV
I was the first of the group to arrive to class on the day that the project was due. Actually, I was the first person in the entire class to get to the classroom. It was completely empty, so I sat in the front row, as I liked to. I took all of the components of the project and set them on the table in front of me. I wanted to check to make sure that everything was there, so I didn’t forget it or anything like that. I also made sure that the papers were stapled together properly, with the right heading and everyone’s names on them. I sighed to myself. For now, everything was perfect. We would just have to wait for the presentation to know for sure.
I wasn’t sure if we were supposed to sit with our groups today, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt anything, so when I got to the class, I sat down next to Michelle. I figured that Gordon would be there soon enough to take the seat next to me – at least, I hoped he would take the seat next to me. We hadn’t really said a lot to each other after Carrie and Travis had left last night. We’d kissed more, until my brother got home, and found us on the couch. He did some teasing, and Gordon said that he had to go home.
And now, here I was, waiting for him to show up, so I would know – well, what would I know? That he still wanted to see me after everything we’d done? That we were together now? What was I expecting him to say? Then I looked up, and Gordon came walking in the door, wearing that Celtic’s cap, and that adorable grin on his face when he saw me. I melted, right then and there.
“Hey, Will,” he said, sitting down next to me.
“Hi,” I replied, wondering why I felt so nervous all of a sudden. I looked down at his hands, which he’d placed on his legs, fingers splayed, and I thought about maybe grabbing the hand closest to me and twining my fingers with his. Would that be too forward of me? After all, Gordon and I weren’t dating or anything like that.
I didn’t get a chance to do anything, because Gordon reached over and took my hand. I smiled at him.
I held Will’s hand even as the classroom filled up. Travis and Carrie showed up, and they sat with us as well. Professor Martin walked in and told us how excited he was to see the finished products of our projects. He asked for volunteers to go first, and Michelle raised her hand without consulting the rest of us. As she was the only one nerdy enough to want to go first, we went first. We went to the front of the classroom. Carrie held up the map that she and Travis had made, as Michelle did all the talking.
Will managed to get a few words in, about the constitution that he and I had designed. We finished, everyone clapped, and Michelle handed in the papers. We sat back down, and the rest of the hour and forty-minute period was spent listening to the other groups talk about their projects. I wasn’t paying attention to them. The only thing I was paying attention to was Will’s hand in mine. I wanted it to be like this forever.
When class was over, I didn’t let go of Will’s hand. Neither of us moved right away, waiting for the classroom to clear. Michelle took her time putting her things away in her bag, until it was only the three of us in the room. She smiled at the two of us as she put her backpack on her back.
“I just have to say that you guys are so cute together,” she said, grinning. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I shut it. She patted Will on the shoulder and left the room. I looked over at him.
“Want to come over and watch a movie or something?” he asked me.
“Or something sounds good to me,” I replied, raising my eyebrows. Will leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips.
“Let’s go,” he said, standing up. We gathered our things and left. I couldn’t wait to get back to his house and get his shirt off. Things were definitely going to be better for me from now on.
“Do you mind if I walk with you?” Travis asked me as I pushed open the doors to the building, venturing out into the cold air. I glanced over at him, thinking about the way he’d acted on Saturday. I know it had been selfish of me, but I’d almost thought that he was going to tell me that he had a crush on me… then he’d just left and I’d been so disappointed. Maybe today would be something different.
“I’d like that,” I told him honestly. Travis gave me a small smile and we walked down the sidewalk together. It was silent between us for a while, as I couldn’t think of anything to say, and I think Travis was having the same problem.
“How is your leg doing?” he asked me after we’d passed the first set of stoplights. I shrugged, secretly pleased that he cared enough to ask me.
“It doesn’t really hurt anymore, but I think I’m getting a scab,” I told him, “Not that you really want to hear about my scabs. I mean, scabs are gross, and I know if you were telling me about your bruises I wouldn’t want to hear it… uh, yeah,” I said, realizing that I was rambling, and making a fool of myself. I felt my face flush and I hoped that Travis wouldn’t notice.
“I don’t mind hearing about it. I did ask, after all,” Travis told me. I nodded, but I didn’t know what else to say to him. We walked a little longer in silence, and finally, we reached my house. I wondered if I should invite Travis inside.
I was kind of glad that she wasn’t talking, because I was trying to get up the courage to say something to her, and it was hard. I mean, what was I supposed to say? ‘I have a huge freakin’ crush on you, will you please date me?’ or maybe ‘Gordon and Will got together, now it’s our turn,’. Okay, that was lame, seriously, Travis, is that be best you can come up with?
“Travis?” she asked. I cut off my train of thought to look at her. Apparently, while I was lost in thought, we’d walked along to her house, and now she was standing on the step, looking at me somewhat expectantly.
“Um, I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening,” I told her, sheepishly. She smiled a little.
“I asked if you wanted to come in, and have some hot chocolate with me,” she told me, blushing a little bit. Have I mentioned how cute that blush was?
“I would love that,” I replied. She nodded, and I followed her into the house. She set her things down in the front foyer, so I did the same, and then I followed her into the kitchen. I watched her put a tea pot full of water on the stove.
“Do you like the kind with mini marshmallows?” she asked, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a box of hot chocolate.
“Of course,” I answered. You should just tell her already, seriously.
“Um, so I was wondering… I mean, you know what we were talking about Saturday?” I asked her. She didn’t turn around to look at me.
“Yes,” she said, though she sounded as though she didn’t particularly care to remember the conversation. I wished that she would look at me, but I would make do.
“Well, I know you said how you don’t think that anyone could like you. And, well I should have said this then, but I was too afraid. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I like you,” I told her, and waited, holding my breath, for her to turn around, to say something. The silence was interminable.
“I… I think I like you, too,” she answered finally. She still hadn’t turned to look at me, and I was getting nervous. I mean, okay, so you like me, and I like you. Isn’t this the part where in the movies they look at each other and all that fun kissing stuff happens? Because there wasn’t any kissing stuff going on here. If there was, I’m sure that I would have noticed, and been enjoying it, rather than standing here uncomfortably.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me now?” Carrie asked, and I realized that I’d been lost in thought again, because she had turned around and now she was standing right in front of me with the most adorable look on her face. And she’d just asked me to kiss her… right? Okay, wow.
So, I did what she’d asked and I leaned down and kissed her and god did she taste good. So, yeah, there was tongue involved. And her hands under my shirt. And the rest is really none of your business.