Prude

Chapter 2: The Checklist

No-one was at home so I grabbed a bag of crisps, ready salted, and trudged up the stairs to my room. I flopped on to my bed, I was tired and not really in the mood to look at Jazz's checklist, but I said I would and I'm a good best friend.

I glanced round my room, which was tidy, looking for a pen, I just couldn't be asked to go fishing round the bottom of my bag. I spotted one on my table.

The checklist was about five pages long, it was like those quizzes that are in those stupid girl magazines, like "how do you know if he likes you?"

The sound of "don't let me fall" by Pill found its way into my ear, so I reached into my pocket for my ringing phone.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Denise!" Jazz shouted. "Have you started the checklist yet?"

"No," I replied. "I haven't."

"We'll hurry up then. Because I'm convinced of my theory."

"Well if you stop talking I can do it!"

"Okay," she huffed. "But remember, only do the first page."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember."And I cut of the phone.

See, Jazz thinks that all the arguing that Hunter and I do is just a reaction to all the sexual tension we have between us because, as she puts it, we have the hots for each other. She thinks its just a matter of time before we burst and have a very steamy make out session.

Ridiculous right?

Because I don't think he's hot at all.

I looked down at the checklist, the series of questions that were apparently going to make me realise the feelings I had for Hunter.

Yeah really, feelings of hate.

The first page, which Jazz wanted me to do first, was titled: "Just The Little Things".

Q1: when he talks to you he touches you :

A) sometimes

B) always

C) never

I laughed. C) was the answer to that question.

I looked at the next one.

Q2: when he talks to you he:

A) grins

B) frowns

C) glares

Sadly, thinking long and hard, picturing his face in my head, I had to pick A.

I sighed.

Q3: when you have to enter the same class together, he:

A) goes in first

B) holds the door open for you

C) agitates you so that you rush in first

Jazz, I had to admit, was smart. She made him sound good and put me in the bad light because I just had to put C as my answer. Hunter always did this staring competition thing before class that made me mutter how childish he was before I walked into class in front of him, leaving him grinning behind me.

Just as I was getting a little irritated, the sound of the front door opening snapped me from my thoughts. It was obviously my mum which subsequently reminded me of the maths homework I had to complete for tomorrow, as my mum wasn't nice when I had detentions for not doing my homework.

I slugged down the stairs to see my mum removing her jacket and hanging it up. My mum was dark skinned, with really dark brown eyes and a heart shaped face which I took from her. Her hair was straight and styled in a bob round her chin. She wore dark trousers and a blue shirt and grey waistcoat, which made her look sleek and sophisticated. My mum was a lawyer in a business law firm, but she never worked late, one because she was their best and so could choose her hours, and two, and this her own words, she wanted to see me grow up.

I hugged her from behind. "Hey mum."

"Hey darling," she replied. "How was school?"

"Good I suppose."

I immediately thought of the checklist.

I mean me and my mum are close, but not that close.

"How was work?" I asked.

She sighed. "It was alright. A little bit stressful. We've got a new client who wants us to represent them in court but their case seems like no matter what we do, we won't win."

"But everyone deserves the right to be represented," I told her.

"You're right," she said, smiling down at me. "When did you become so smart?"

I grinned. "Just today."

She laughed. "What do you want for dinner? Spag Bol?"

"Yes please." My mum was an amazing cook. "I need to do some homework, call me when it's ready."

She nodded. "It'll take about an hour so be ready by that time."

I jogged up the stairs.

I picked up my phone from my bed and saw the notification of five missed calls from Jazz. I phoned her back.

"What?" I asked when she picked up.

"Sorry," she said. "I need help with my maths homework..."

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