Page 13 of Never Have I Ever
But she looked at me too, a lot. Her eyes caught mine multiple times. I even held eye contact for longer than necessary, expecting her to back down, to shy away, but she kept looking, continued her stolen glances at me, and now she was in my house. Except she wasn’t, not anymore.
She probably got scared at the sight she walked in on. From the very revealing questions last night, I can only assume that she’s as innocent as she looks and has probably never had a sweaty make-out session with someone, and the thought of that makes me want to find her even more.
Maybe it’s because of how different she is from me and everyone else I’ve seen, but I want to know more about her. I’m intrigued, and I need to find her.
I rush down the stairs, looking for blonde hair, but she’s not here.
Aiden walks out of the living room, and I walk over to him. “Have you seen a girl? Blonde hair.”
He furrows his brows a little, and then his eyes widen. “Oh, you mean Rosalie?” he says.
Rosalie. Jesus, even her name sounds sweet.
“Yeah, she ran out of here,” he says, laughing. “Seemed like she couldn’t get out of here any faster. What did you do?”
Of course, he’d assume I did something to make her run out. She looked shocked to see me with a girl on my lap. The little sound of her gasp knocked the breath out of me, only seeing blonde as she slammed the door. Maybe she hasn’t heard about my reputation around here, but why was she here if she doesn’t know about me?
I don’t even answer him, I open the front door and look down, seeing blonde.
There she is, sitting on the front steps. I shut the door behind me as quietly as possible, not wanting to scare her away.
“Were you looking for me?”
She gasps at the sound of my voice and turns around, stunned to see me. She gets up from the steps and brushes her skirt back into place. My eyes drift down her body; she’s wearing white again. A white skirt and a white tank top covered by a light pink cardigan around her shoulders. She looks heavenly, like an angel. I smirk; the nickname I gave her is very fitting.
My eyes drift lower, down to her hands, seeing her clutch a piece of paper. “What’s that?” I ask her, stepping closer to her.
“Oh, um. I came here to talk to you.” Her voice is like sugar. A light, sweet melody comes out of her lips when she speaks.
“Okay,” I say, waiting for her to explain because I have no idea what she wants to talk to me about or why she would be looking for me specifically.
“I need your help,” she says. That shouldn’t make my palms twitch, but it does.
“What do you need help with?” I ask her.
She stares at me for a while, letting her eyes shut slowly and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “I thought this would be easier,” she says, hushed and low.
She’s nervous. She should be. I have no idea what’s on that note or why she came here looking for me, but I’m glad she did.
“Can I see the note?”
Her eyes snap open, and she blushes, the red tint filling her pale complexion as she tucks a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. She nervously reaches out and hands me the note, and I take it from her, my fingers slightly touching hers.
I take the note in my hand and open it up. Scanning down the list. What the hell?
1.Get drunk (ask Leila for other options besides beer)
2.Kiss someone.
3.Go on a date.
4.Go to a sex shop (do they still have those or is everything online now?)
5.Go skinny dipping (maybe in the summer so the water isn’t cold.)
6.Have an orgasm.
7.Lose my virginity!
