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Chapter 21
Izzy
I debate if I should send Matt my address the rest of the day, but there is a part of me that wants to see his reaction to all my stuff. I wonder if he’ll try to act all cool, like at school, since he won’t be in the comfort of his own home. Or will he be as comfortable around me like he was before and examine all my figures and books like I’d done with his stuff? When the final bell rings, I make my way to the parking lot when my phone vibrates.
Matt: Come on, Nerd Girl. Pay up :)
Me: R u serious McFanboy?
Matt: It’s Hottie McFanboy
Me: I’m not calling u that
Matt: In general or to my face. Cuz I know you think it ;)
Me: Again with the ego
Matt: Just stating facts
Me: I have to film tonight
I reach my car when I hear his voice from behind. “Perfect. I’d love to how the sausage is made.”
“Matt.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
As he leans against my car, he’s within smelling distance. And he smells good. I didn’t see any stuff in his room, so maybe it’s a body spray. Or cologne, probably an expensive one to keep up his presidential rep in school.
“Iz, come on.” His eyes burrow into me, as I try not to look back at him. I fail. Those dark hazel eyes pierce mine, and I consciously tell myself to take a deep breath.
“Why are you doing this? It’s not going to change anything.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But it is only fair, don’t you think?”
“My dad’s home. He works from home. It’s not like—” I snap my jaw shut.
“It’s not like what?” He leans in closer, smirking.
My mind races to what happened in his room. I tell myself I’m determined in sticking to my guns. That I’m positive he and I can’t be anything. But my mind wars with itself. Would I be okay with Matt being real as long as we’re alone, and being someone different around everyone else? While my mind debates, my body remembers his hands on me. His lips. Not only recalling the memories of that kiss but wanting a second round. I bite my bottom lip, looking down at my door handle.
“Nothing,” I whisper.
“So?”
He stares at me, that slight grin across his lips knowing I’m about to cave. If this were under normal circumstances, I might not be so conflicted with having him over. I mean, I’ve brought friends over before, and Veronica and Cindy are over all the time. I’ve even brought a guy home to meet my dad a couple times. But this isn’t like any of that. Matt has a secret, which I’m fine with if we’re just friends. But we aren’t just friends. I don’t know what we are. Then an idea hits me.
“Okay, fine,” I agree, making his smile spread from ear to ear. “But, you have to stay for dinner.”
“Done.”
“With my dad.”
His smile evaporates. “Excuse me?”
“Those are the terms. You want to see the sausage made; you gotta stay for dinner. We usually order pizza on Mondays.”
“With your dad?”
“Yeah,” I bat my eyes, smiling. Now it’s my turn to act like I don’t have a care in the world. “What’s the big deal?”
