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“What can I say? Troublemakers come out on top too.”
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Last night, Viv wanted to focus on Gabe instead of her shitty boyfriend, so we talked about him while drinking rum. That was how she consoled herself. I knew better than to text while drunk, because we did get drunk and danced terribly to loud music that pissed my neighbors off, but today, I'm sober. The slip of paper with Gabe's number on it is burning a hole in my purse. I can't stop staring at the side as if I have x-ray vision and can see a glow around it, beckoning me.
While the professor is droning on, I decide I can't take it anymore. I dig for the number and grab my phone. Once he's added as a contact, I think for a moment on what to text him. Technically, he gave me this number in case I needed any help. But who cares about technicalities? Not me. My thumbs get to work, and I send him what I think is a cute, little message.
Hey. It's Ryan. Thought you should have my number in case you wanted to call & ask me out. I went first. Now, it's your turn. :)
Five minutes pass, and I'm positive that had to be the stupidest message I've ever sent. There's no way that will earn me a response. Last night was pleasant, and I wouldn't mind another one, even though I rarely get second dates. Gabe's new, not a part of the college world, and really hot. Why not pursue him? Never know what could happen. Plus, the chase is part of the fun!
Damn it.
I sound like a guy. At least, what I think a guy would sound like. Maybe I should have been born a boy. Then some of my definitely-not-girl-suitable thoughts would fit, and my parents would have been happy with me. My phone vibrates and lights up with an incoming call. Holy fuckaroo! He's calling me right now! Grabbing only my purse, I scramble out of my seat, being extra thankful I picked one close to the door, and run out of the classroom.
“Hello?” I answer, slightly out of breath from the rush.
“Hey. Is this a bad time?” He asks.
“Oh, no. Not at all.” I'm not skipping class or anything.
“Good. If Friday night works for you, I'd like to take you out on a date. A real one because the diner doesn't count.” There's a hint of laughter in his voice, and I can't help but smile.
“Why wasn't mine real?” I question curiously.
Gabe chuckles. “Because it wasn't. What do you say to Friday? You aren't going to turn me down now, are you?” he teases. Gabe seems more carefree today. It's contagious.
“Not a chance.”
“Great because you are an intriguing person, Ryan. I'll let you know the details soon.”
“Okay, sweet. Talk to you later.”
We end our conversation with that. I'm intriguing, though? What does that even mean? Doesn't matter because now, I have a hot date.
Mission accomplished.
Chapter Three
Gabe
Ryan Kavanaugh appears to be the personification of trouble. A pure dose of seductive trouble to be exact. I honestly don't know why I called her
. When I first met her, I definitely wasn't expecting her to have so much skin showing. Those tan legs and ass are still haunting me. There was something about the way she carried herself with how confident she was with her body. She didn't care that I saw her. It was like, to her, having me see her like that didn't matter because she knew she looked good.
I liked that.
Too much.
And then, I found her snooping outside someone's house, dressed ridiculously in all black, but she looked damn good. Her wavy, dark red hair was a lovely contrast to her dark clothes. She wasn't happy to see me either. My comment about her name pissed her off more than it should have. And then she had no problem making sexual comments. It's brazen. She conned me into going out with her, which turned out better than I would have expected. Between what she said about her parents and school, I was intrigued, just like I said.
I can't fathom my parents being disappointed in me. Ever. Maybe in some of my actions, but not as a person in my entirety. There's definitely something more to this girl. That last word reminds me of her age. She's young and in college. It seems odd that I would be asking her out. It almost goes against my good-natured ways. Her age, for me, walks that line. I honestly feel a little bad about giving her the ticket, which is one reason why I threw caution to the wind and called her.
Can't say that I regret it either.
Not yet anyway.
I have to think about what we're going to do on this date now. Movies and dinner seem so outdated, even for me. It's a classic, sure, but something tells me that Ryan would have more fun doing something else. What that is, I'm not sure yet. This is so hard to do without getting her input because I don't know a lot about her. She's either going to love it or hate it.
