Page 73 of Enemies to Prom Dates
It wasn’t working.
The truth was I didn’t know what would happen the next time I saw Fitz.
Would he bend down and kiss me? Would he pretend we weren’t a thing, because despite what he said, what I’d said was reality? In this place, in this time, in this school…I was out of his league.
My nerves were so bad that I’d employed a strategy of avoidance.
Yesterday had been easy. Our schedules were completely separate, so I was spared having to worry about my reaction to him. All I had to do was skip lunch so I wouldn’t have to deal with him in the cafeteria and the chances of us seeing each other were slim.
What might have happened in the lunchroom if I had gone? Would he continue to sit next to me? Would he have expected me to sit next to him?
Just because we’d kissed on Friday?
He’d said I wasn’t ready to label what we were, and he was right. I wasn’t. One didn’t go from thinking someone was a mortal enemy to a boyfriend overnight. Although the more I thought about it, I never really considered Fitz an enemy. A competitor, and adversary and person worthy of pitting all my intelligence against. Yes.
Someone I now wanted to climb like a tree and do nasty things to his man parts with my lady parts.
Say the words. You can’t do it until you can say it.
Great. Now Fitz was in my head.
I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted his penis in my vagina.
Not even remotely sexy. Try again.
I wanted to make love with him. I wanted him to give me an orgasm.
Nope.
I sighed.
You know you can do better, Beth.
Fine.
I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to bend me over and thrust his powerful cock inside my wet pussy until I exploded in pleasure.
Well done.
“Go away,” I muttered, which earned me a side glance from a classmate walking next me, who probably thought I was losing my mind. Which was totally fine because maybe I was.
Today Fitz and I shared one class and our free study periods overlapped, so there was no hope avoiding him a second day in a row. I swallowed and decided my best strategy was to play it cool. Don’t approach him. Let him make his move first.
He’d definitely taken the lead role in this dance between us and, for the first time, I was happy to oblige him. Let him figure out all the complexities and just tell me where to stand.
I was so caught up in thinking about how I might react to seeing him that it almost slipped my notice he was walking toward me from the other end of the hallway. I glanced up and there he was. Tall, handsome, commanding in a way that was just part of his overall being.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Suddenly, the sight of him made me smile.
He, however, did not. In fact, he didn’t even bother to look at me. I know he saw me. There had been a second of eye contact before he looked away. Then nothing. Dismissed as if he hadn’t had his tongue in my mouth seventy-two hours ago.
The fuck?
Maybe this was some kind of tease of his. He was still moving in my direction. Maybe he was pretending not to notice me then when he was closer, he would laugh and bump my shoulder and kid me about how I was crazy to think he would ignore me after everything that happened Friday.
Except now there was only a few feet and two underclassmen between us. Then he breezed by me with absolutely no acknowledgement. Not chin nod. A wink. A twist of his lips that always hinted he was in on some secret about me even I didn’t know.
Nothing. Like he didn’t know how I sounded when I was overwhelmed with the desire.
