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I pause, not knowing what else to say. Class is over and I need to head to school so that I’m not late for lunch with Libby and the other girls. I have to try and remember their names before I get there. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Are you hungry?” Grant ask as I pull my bag onto my shoulder.
I weigh my options before answering him. I told Libby I would meet up with her. Looking down at my watch I figure I can make it back to campus before lunch ends if I eat quickly and don’t lose track of time. “Sure.”
Grant holds the door open for me as we enter the cafe on campus. I order coffee and a muffin, something small since my stomach just dropped at the thought of being alone with Grant.
“So-o,” I stutter. “What’s your story?”
“What do you want to know exactly? I don’t want to just blurt out random facts.”
“What’s your favorite color?” Lame. Is that the best I can come up with?
“Dark brown. You?”
“Gray.” I want to say hazel, but I think it would be obvious why. “Favorite food?”
“Pizza. You?”
“French fries. From …”
“Raleigh. You?”
“Everywhere.” This peaks his curiosity. His left eyebrow shoots up in question so I elaborate. “My father is a Marine, so we’ve lived a lot of places and now we live here. Favorite sport?”
“Football. You?”
“Football. Favorite team?”
“Cowboys.”
“Me too,” I yell before he can ask.
We continue to fire questions at each other as we eat. Like I feared, I lose track of time and arrive back to school only minutes before class is starting. Libby is at my locker waiting for me when I stop to grab my books.
“I was worried about you. Is everything okay?”
To hear her say that she was worried surprises me. No one ever worries about me. I take care of myself; I have for a long time now. “Sorry. I got hung up at school.”
I want to tell her about Grant, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable talking about him just yet. Plus, how would I even explain him to her? A guy I met the night of Grandma’s funeral and I keep running into around town. I think he’s interesting and funny and sexy as hell, but he’s probably too old for me and will go running for the hills when he finds out that I’m only seventeen. I don’t like any of those explanations.
“What’s his name?” Libby’s voice pulls me out of my internal monolog.
“Huh?”
“Yeah. So, what’s his name?” Libby asks again only this time, her hand is on her hip and her lips are pursed in amusement.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re smiling at me, but not paying attention to a single thing I’m saying. You met someone. Who is he and what’s his name? I want details.” The volume of Libby’s voice rises slightly and people are starting to stare as they walk by. I’m going to have to start calling her Loud Libby because I don’t think she knows how to turn the volume down.
The bell rings, saving me from Libby’s inquisition. For now. She programs her number in my phone, calls herself, and then promises to call me when she gets home from work tonight to get all the details.
I have a few hours to decide what I want to tell her and what I don’t. Until then, I have to figure out a way to concentrate on class and not Grant’s gorgeous face, which is all I can think about right now. I’m still reeling from our conversation at lunch. I learned more about him in an hour than I have anyone else in the last five years at least, and I want to know more. I want to know everything there is to know about him.
Chapter 5
My phone rings and I know that it’s Libby even before I look at the caller ID. She promised to call as soon as she got out of work, and her shift ended less than five minutes ago. I still haven’t decided how much I want to tell her.
“Hello?”
“It’s Libby. Start talking, sister. I want to know everything. Starting with what he looks like,” she
“Are you hungry?” Grant ask as I pull my bag onto my shoulder.
I weigh my options before answering him. I told Libby I would meet up with her. Looking down at my watch I figure I can make it back to campus before lunch ends if I eat quickly and don’t lose track of time. “Sure.”
Grant holds the door open for me as we enter the cafe on campus. I order coffee and a muffin, something small since my stomach just dropped at the thought of being alone with Grant.
“So-o,” I stutter. “What’s your story?”
“What do you want to know exactly? I don’t want to just blurt out random facts.”
“What’s your favorite color?” Lame. Is that the best I can come up with?
“Dark brown. You?”
“Gray.” I want to say hazel, but I think it would be obvious why. “Favorite food?”
“Pizza. You?”
“French fries. From …”
“Raleigh. You?”
“Everywhere.” This peaks his curiosity. His left eyebrow shoots up in question so I elaborate. “My father is a Marine, so we’ve lived a lot of places and now we live here. Favorite sport?”
“Football. You?”
“Football. Favorite team?”
“Cowboys.”
“Me too,” I yell before he can ask.
We continue to fire questions at each other as we eat. Like I feared, I lose track of time and arrive back to school only minutes before class is starting. Libby is at my locker waiting for me when I stop to grab my books.
“I was worried about you. Is everything okay?”
To hear her say that she was worried surprises me. No one ever worries about me. I take care of myself; I have for a long time now. “Sorry. I got hung up at school.”
I want to tell her about Grant, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable talking about him just yet. Plus, how would I even explain him to her? A guy I met the night of Grandma’s funeral and I keep running into around town. I think he’s interesting and funny and sexy as hell, but he’s probably too old for me and will go running for the hills when he finds out that I’m only seventeen. I don’t like any of those explanations.
“What’s his name?” Libby’s voice pulls me out of my internal monolog.
“Huh?”
“Yeah. So, what’s his name?” Libby asks again only this time, her hand is on her hip and her lips are pursed in amusement.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re smiling at me, but not paying attention to a single thing I’m saying. You met someone. Who is he and what’s his name? I want details.” The volume of Libby’s voice rises slightly and people are starting to stare as they walk by. I’m going to have to start calling her Loud Libby because I don’t think she knows how to turn the volume down.
The bell rings, saving me from Libby’s inquisition. For now. She programs her number in my phone, calls herself, and then promises to call me when she gets home from work tonight to get all the details.
I have a few hours to decide what I want to tell her and what I don’t. Until then, I have to figure out a way to concentrate on class and not Grant’s gorgeous face, which is all I can think about right now. I’m still reeling from our conversation at lunch. I learned more about him in an hour than I have anyone else in the last five years at least, and I want to know more. I want to know everything there is to know about him.
Chapter 5
My phone rings and I know that it’s Libby even before I look at the caller ID. She promised to call as soon as she got out of work, and her shift ended less than five minutes ago. I still haven’t decided how much I want to tell her.
“Hello?”
“It’s Libby. Start talking, sister. I want to know everything. Starting with what he looks like,” she
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