It was three whole days before I got a call from him. The loser made me wait three whole days after that painfully amazing kiss that he had given me to pick up the phone and call me.

I hated all of those stupid boy rules, you know, the ones that forced us chicks to just sit around and wait for them to pick up the damn phone and call. It isn't that hard. The day after would have been nice. I'd like to know what page we're on, thank you very much.

But hey, that's just me. And if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm slightly impatient.

And needless to say, I was slightly peeved. I mean, who kisses you like that and then leaves you hanging for three days?

So of course, when I get this call, I'm actually sitting on my butt, trying to concentrate on a college essay that had to be in by the end of the month.

So I growled a little bit.


"My, my, you're a grouch aren't you?"

"You couldn't have called at a better time, Nick."

"Are you busy?"

"Ohhhh nooooo. Not in the slightest." My voice was dripping with sarcasm as I transferred him to speaker phone so that I could use my hands to type. My fingers started to clack on the keys.

"Are you typing something?"

"What clued you into that?"

"You type pretty loud, girl."

"I told you I was busy."

"Too busy to come and meet me tonight?"

The proposition stopped my hands on the keys cold. I had a mental fight with myself and, of course, the procrastinator in me came out as the victor.

I work better under a close deadline anyways.



I mentally slapped myself for being so incredibly cheesy, but I just couldn't think of anything else to say without babbling. And no one really wants to hear that.

"Nice to hear. Want me to pick-"

"I'll drive myself, thanks."

"Well then, I'll meet you at the coffee shop."

"Sentimental. Are you purposefully going to the place we first met to talk about this?"

"Unless you want you come over or I could just come over your house and meet your parents."

"On the other hand, maybe you're just being practical. What time?"

"How about an hour?"

"See you then?"

"See you, Jill."


Great. So I had about forty five minutes to go from essay writing grunge to absolute jaw dropping hottie.

I wasn't so sure I was up for the challenge, but as per usual, I'm always surprising myself.

So I met him at the coffee shop.

We sat inside because it was now too cold to sit outside comfortably. Since it was fall, I, being sweet and always up for new stuff, was drinking something along the lines of a pumpkin mocha with white chocolate and he was just being boring and drinking something along the lines of a black coffee.

But I guess I could forgive him for his bad drink choices if he told me what I wanted to hear.



"Where are we?"

"Last time I checked, we were at a coffee house. And you're ridiculous drink proves it."

"Smart ass. You know what I mean."

"Humor is one of my many lovely traits that you will come to love later. I'm sure."

"You're about as humorous as my calculus homework last night."

"What was that by the way?"

"The derivative. But that isn't what we're here to talk about."

"Learn the chain rule yet?"

He was just being infuriating at this point. My hands coiled around my coffee cup tightly and his focus shifted to them. His gaze stayed there for a couple seconds before his eyes came up to pierce mine. I couldn't see any emotions in them. He was hiding all of them better than I had seen him hide them before.

Something was up.

"Why'd you call me here if you didn't even want to talk about this?"

"It's not that I don't want to talk about it."

"Then what is it, really?"

There was only silence and I turned my head away from him, tearing my eyes from his gaze. I was hurt, and most of all disappointed. I had gotten my hopes up far too high in this crazy game, all because of one little kiss.

But it's not as if I'm going to let him see that. I had been through too much to let anyone see me crumble over something so stupid.

So I got up to leave.

"Aw, come on. Don't go."

"Why shouldn't I?" I still wasn't looking at him. I was too busy gathering my things and putting them into my purse and making sure I had everything. I even got my keys out.

"Because I'm just as scared about this whole thing as you."

Once again, his words stopped me cold.

"I'm not scared."

"Then why are you running?"

"I'm not running."

"What do you call leaving then?"

"I just know when I'm not really wanted."

Now I was really being a snot. I hated the way I sounded. I turned completely away from him so that he would be talking to my back while I fiddled with my keys in the elongated silence that now stretched between us.

It was uncomfortable.

"Oh God. Just say something."

"I do like you, you know. I thought I'd gotten that through to you."

"Liking me is one thing, wanting to go through with this…this…thing is something completely different."

"You're right on target about that."

I turned around and saw that he had gotten up and was making his way towards me. I thanked whatever higher power was up there that there was no other person in the room that we were in. He reached out for me and I walked towards him, allowing myself to be enveloped by his frame.

"Wait a sec, did you just admit that I was right?"

I heard and felt the vibrations of his chest that was his deep chuckle at my comment.

"Maybe. But I'll be sure to never let you know that."

"Too late."

I looked up at him and I smiled and he just held me there for a couple minutes.

And it was wonderful.

"So, about this thing…"

"We're on."

"We are?"

"I don't think we really have much of a choice."

"I don't think you have really much of a choice."

"Ah yes, I'm just so infatuated with your feminine wiles I couldn't help myself."

"I know. I'm a slippery one."

On that note, I wriggled my way out of his grasp, giggling of course, and headed for the door.

He followed.

Finally got this chapter up! I'm not too sure if I like it or not, though. We'll see if I can get a little bit more plot going in the next chapter. Start some intrigue.

Any suggestions?

And a big thank you to those who are following my story and commenting! It really means a lot.