Just a little something to keep me entertained. And yes, I can solve a Rubik's cube. Thanks to Pixar for being my beta. (:
"Next question…What did the radical group who forced Japan's shoguns to end trade with other countries call themselves?"
"Uhh…the Fat-Cows or something."
"Actually, it was like Sat-Cho, but nice try."
I was sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bedroom floor surrounded by outlines, note cards, and books on the rise of imperialistic China and Japan. Carson Jennings—AKA, the hottest boy in my class—was laying on his back, opposite me, balancing his iPhone on his nose.
Yesterday at lunch, I was reading a book, minding my own business, when I looked up to find said cute boy sitting across from me, laughing. Apparently I make funny facial expressions when I read. After immaturely sticking my tongue out at him, I asked what he was doing talking to someone like me (since I'm not popular like him). That's when he asked if I'd help him study, because he knew "none of that shit." I, of course, accepted—who wouldn't? It's Carson freaking Jennings—and that is why I am now wondering how someone so sexy could be so dumb.
Carson sighed loudly. I looked up over the top of my reading glasses. His midnight blue eyes were staring at my ceiling, and his chocolate brown hair stuck out in random directions around his head. Then he turned his gaze to me and I tried very hard not to blush.
"Sorry I'm such a dumbass, Lydia, but I really hate history."
I smiled. "It's cool."
He propped himself up on one elbow. "Can we take a break?"
I nodded and took my glasses off. Carson got up and began examining my room. He scanned my extensive—and "impressive"—book collection and looked at the pictures on my dresser.
"How'd you get Coleman to sit through that?" he laughed.
I stood up, smiling, and walked to stand behind him. He was referring to the picture of my best friends Grayson and Jordan. Grayson's face was painted with makeup, and a bleach blonde wig disguised his red locks. Jordan's model-material face wore a grin from ear to ear.
"Jordan needed someone to practice on for her cosmo class last semester. She'd already used me and we told him that if he didn't sit still, we'd tell his mom about the porn underneath a loose floorboard in his room."
"Ahh, yes. 'Coleman's Corner,' I think he calls it," Carson said with a smirk. "He has a pretty impressive stash."
I stared at him, my big brown eyes shooting disgusted daggers into his own.
"I was kidding, Lyd. I barely ever talk to Coleman. Although…" Carson tiled his head to the side and looked at me in a way that made me feel tingly inside, all the way to my toes. "Maybe I should. You two are pretty tight, right?"
I didn't miss the tiny hint that he wished we were tight too. I nodded, turning around to plop down on my bed. "Since first grade."
I also didn't miss hearing an utterance that sounded extremely like "lucky bastard." A smile crept onto my lips as Carson continued to look around my room.
He had reached my desk. He picked up the tiara I got for my fifteenth birthday; he placed it on his head, took one look in the mirror hanging above the desk, and snatched it off. I couldn't help but laugh. A few pink feathers from the crown were stuck in his hair. Carson grinned, walked over to me and fixed the tiara on my head.
"Pretty princess," he murmured. Before I could think of a response, he was back at my desk. I tried to watch him closely to make sure he didn't steal anything—not that he would—but I got distracted by how cute his butt looked in his school pants. I daydreamed for a moment about that cute butt and his sexy body until he broke my trance with a sarcastic question.
"A Rubik's cube? Really, Lyd?"
Carson was tossing the cube from hand to hand, grinning maliciously like he had just told my mom that I had porn under my floorboards. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. I bet I looked like the biggest dork he'd ever seen.
"It's…kinda my weakness," I said, trying to sound cool about it.
Carson's blue eyes sparkled and his grin never faltered. "Wanna know a secret?"
I nodded; he tossed my cub to me and walked over to his sports bag in the corner of my room with his shoes. He dug around for a moment and then faced me, holding his very own Rubik's cube.
"It's…kinda my weakness," he mimicked. His sexy, dimpled grin was going to kill me.
"Oh really now?" I said. Carson crossed the room and sat next to me on my bed. He began turning the faces on his cube, mixing it up.
"How fast can you do it?" he asked.
"Umm, the fastest I've ever done was like one thirty-nine," I replied. "But normally it takes like two minutes."
Carson nodded. "Same here."
We fell into silence as I watched his long fingers quickly turn the sides. He solved it similarly to how I did, and then he was done. I clapped and he laughed.
Suddenly, he gasped. "I have an idea."
"What is it?" I asked with sarcastic enthusiasm.
"Let's race." The grin returned.
I smiled too. "Alright."
"But to make it interesting…let's bet something." Carson tilted his head to the side again. "You first."
I tried to think of something not lame but not as straightforward and awkward as "If I win you have to have my babies."
"Okay…If I win, you have to buy me one Kit-Kat bar everyday for the rest of the week."
"If I win, I get to kiss you."
He said it so smoothly; I couldn't help but stare at him and wish I'd said something a little more meaningful.
Carson grinned again, and I returned it. We screwed our cubes up and allowed each other to inspect the other's so no cheating could happen.
"Ready?" Carson said when we were satisfied with the arrangement of the pieces.
And we were off. My cube turned easily; I had just gotten my friend Grace to oil it with her clarinet key oil. Wow, I'm a dork. Oh well. I tried not to focus on who fast Carson was moving as I progressed to the next step, but it was hard to not look at him. His face was dead set in concentration (he's so cute!) and his fingers were flying.
Come on, Lydia… I thought. Right, up, right back, up, right, up, up, right back…
"Done!" Carson yelled.
"What?!" I screamed.
Carson laughed happily. "It solved itself; I didn't even have to do the last step. But it doesn't matter, because I still won, fair and square."
I tried to look upset at my loss, and sort of succeeded. Truthfully, I was upset. Even if losing meant I got to kiss the hottest guy in the junior class, I still lost, and losing never feels good, even in Rubik's cubing.
"Hmph," I sighed. "Well…congrats."
He laughed again. His smile stayed mischievous and boastful, but his eyes were filled with excitement and longing.
"I seem to remember us making some sort of wager, and I do believe it is time for you to pay up."
I looked at Carson's perfect lips and involuntarily licked my own as he scooted closer to me. I stared back into his eyes and he held my gaze as he put one hand on one side of my body and cupped my cheek with his other. He slowly pulled my face towards his own and I struggled to breathe as out lips met in one, sweet kiss.
Sure, I'd kissed other boys before. There was Brandon, Jason, Paul, and even Grayson once or twice. But let me tell you, those boys have nothing on Carson Jennings.
We pulled away slightly, not breathing or moving. And then I couldn't help it—I couldn't resist—I kissed him again. And again. Carson didn't seem to mind; he met my lips with his own urgency and desire. Then we lost it. My fingers were tangled in his straight, now knotted, brown locks. He moved his hands to around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
After who knows how long, we had to slow down because my head was spinning from the lack of oxygen. Carson pulled away and placed his hands back on my face. He tilted my head back so he could look into my eyes. His face broke out into a full-blown smile that made me smile too.
"I liked that," he said quietly. "You're a pretty freaking amazing kisser."
"You're just lucky I'm not a sore loser."
He chuckled and kissed me again.