Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“I didn’t notice how dark it had gotten while I was standing there. I got caught up I guess.” She finally lifted her head, pushing the glasses higher on her nose as if making sure they were in place.
“You like the game?” I laughed at her reaction. “Never mind!” She looked like I’d asked her to solve scientific theory.
“Where are you parked? I’ll walk you to your car.” She pointed to the section of the lot she was parked in and we walked towards her car in silence. Not only that, but she grew more nervous with each second that passed.
I dropped her off at her car since it was closer than mine and waited for her to get in.
“Wait for me.” I closed her car door and jogged a few cars down to my truck and got in, beeping the horn when I pulled up behind her.
She pulled out and I followed her home and watched her go inside and turn on the lights before driving off. I still had a big stupid grin on my face for no fucking reason whatsoever
That night I fell asleep much easier than I had the last few nights and woke up in the morning hungry for the sight of her. I think I dreamt of our first date.
I tried to make the day go by faster but that shit just dragged. People commented on my strange mood but I just brushed them off with some lie or another, all the while imagining her reaction after our little run-in the night before.
I know there was nothing untoward about me driving behind her to see that she got home safely, but in my mind it felt like more than that. Did she feel the same way too? And why had she come to the field when it was so blatantly obvious that she didn’t like the game? I grinned when I remembered her reaction to my question the night before.
It’s okay that she doesn’t like the game I play. Maybe that’s something I can teach her. Of course my mind went to all the other things I could teach her and my body reacted. I’d already made up my mind that someone as shy as she is probably doesn’t have that much experience in the sack.
Now my head is filled with X-rated visions of the two of us doing the deed in bed together. I wasn’t even mad at her for taking over my mind this way. I’d already made up my mind to go after her hadn’t I?
LIZ
Shame, shame, shame. I kept repeating the word to myself as I stood in the mirror that morning trying to talk myself out of the fancy new hairdo and the little bit of eye shadow I was trying out for the first time.
The fact that my heart was racing out of time and my palms were sweaty should’ve been warning enough that I was about to venture into dangerous territory, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. My every thought has been of him since he followed me home last night.
I’ve already gone over all the reasons this wasn’t a good idea. It was fine when it was in my head alone, but knowing that he has some kind of interest in me as well seems to have unleashed something in me that I have no control over.
No amount of warning myself of the horror that could unfold if this thing goes beyond my imagination seems able to deter me. And that is why I find myself standing in front of the mirror an hour earlier than usual trying to maim myself with a mascara wand that I have no idea how to use.
My phone rang just as I was about to head out the door and I read the screen before answering. It was the principal calling and for the barest of seconds I was afraid I’d been found out. Luckily she was just calling to see how things were going with the class and because her secretary had told her I’d been by a couple days ago.
I made up an excuse about needing to ask her something that I had since figured out and got off the phone as quickly as possible while having a mini heart attack.
See Elizabeth, this is a very bad idea. Look at how tongue tied you were just then and it was just an innocent conversation. How would you ever be able to hide your guilt if something did happen between you and him?
No more daydreams about the handsome hunk who’s way too young for you anyway. Nothing good can come of it and besides, he was probably just being kind because it was late and dark outside. He’s rumored to be a very nice boy after all, and would’ve done the same for anyone.