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Chapter 11
Izzy
“So?” Matt sidles up to me as soon as the bell rings.
When he leaned forward and whispered to me, it caught me off guard. Not like I didn’t like it, but I just wasn’t expecting it. But then, when he did it again—even closer—I felt his breath over my ear and I literally let out an unnatural cough which made some people look over at us. It was either that or spin around and attack his lips because that’s exactly how it made me feel.
He didn’t whisper anymore after we went up front and got our egg, but that didn’t keep me from over-thinking and over-analyzing everything he had said and done before we were interrupted by the teacher. Or, should I say, before we realized we were interrupting her. And now, here he is, walking next to me, acting as if everything’s okay.
I guess for him it is. He probably flirts with so many girls that it’s second nature to him. But even after my sudden impulse of flirtatiousness, I usually don’t go out of my way to try and flirt with guys. Enough of them already mistook my being nice as flirting already. Hello, guys? A girl being nice is not flirting. If I smile at you, I’m just saying hello, not that I want to jump your bones.
“What?” I finally get my thoughts back in order to respond. Mostly.
“When we gonna do this stuff?”
“What stuff?”
“This stuff.” He waves the packet, reading over it. “It says we need to go shopping for food, diapers, and essentials.”
“What?” That’s enough to bring me back to reality, and I open my own packet. “It’s an egg. Why are we shopping for it?”
“We’re not actually buying the stuff, we’re just like, window shopping, I guess. We mark down the prices, and we have to agree on it.”
“What else do we have to do?”
His dark hazel eyes skim over the packet, and I look up at him. He’s tall, maybe a little over six feet, which towers over my five-four height. He’s got a chiseled jawline, with a little bit of scruff peeking out around his chin. I wonder if he let it grow out because of what I said? No, get over yourself, Izzy. Why would that matter to him?
His dark auburn, shaggy hair, is more brown than red and waves in the slight breeze that rolls through the hallway. He kind of reminds me of Grant Gustin, but more fill out. I glance over his shoulders and chest, his dark shirt stretching across his chest. Yes, definitely more filled out. And he’s got thin lips. But there’s enough there that makes me stare at them now. I wonder how they taste. God, Izzy, get a hold of yourself.
“So, what do you say?” Matt looks at me.
“Hmm?” I’m broken from my face-contouring thoughts, realizing he’s just asked a question but I have no idea about what.
“After school? Or if you want, we can hook up later tonight?”
“What?” The word comes out much harsher and higher-pitched than intended. “What do you mean?”
Matt gives me a look like I’m crazy. Why is he talking about hooking up with me? What did I miss?
“Uh, the shopping list?” He waves the packet at me. “I don’t have anything I have to do after school, so we can go after if you want. Or, if your busy, we can go later this evening.”
“Oh.” Relief floods my system, and actually, a little disappointment. “Shopping. Right.”
“What’d you think I meant?”
Now he’s staring at me, and he smirks, knowing I’m embarrassed. I can feel my cheeks getting red and the more he smiles the hotter I feel. “Nothing.”
“Right. What’s your number?”
“What?” I repeat the word again.
“Izzy, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Control yourself, Izzy.
“Too much caffeine or what?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle, taking the out he’s given me. “Probably sugar too. I should probably lay off the venti caramel frapps.”
