At school the next day I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when Zebastian caught me staring at him while Mrs. Bilban lectured us. Our eyes connected, and my whole body tingled as I remembered what I did to myself in the shower last night. I had to quickly look down before the memory made me hard.
After class, he followed me out of the room and fell into step beside me. When he didn't say anything, I turned to him. "What's up man?"
He didn't look at me, "The project?"
"Oh yeah. You could come over after school I guess." I was used to his silence now.
I had to look at him to see him nodding before he disappeared into the crowd.
As soon as he was gone, my mind whirred. I was going to have to get home as fast as I could so I could clean up the house before he got there. My plans were already forming in my mind as Cutter found me and we walked to our next class together.
"What did he want?" His voice was unkind.
"He's coming over after school today to work on the project."
We got to the classroom and separated, his seat was on the other side of the room.
The dismissal bell wasn't even through ringing as I shot out of the school and to my car. I powered up my Hummer quickly and in five minutes I was pulling up in my driveway. I didn't even bother bringing my bag inside as I flung myself through the front door. Mumbling a quick hi to my sister, I bolted up the stairs.
Upon reaching my room, all of my energy faded. The space was a wreck. It looked like someone had come through with a mini tornado and blew everything to bits.
I groaned and threw myself on the floor. This was going to take forever!
I was still laying on the floor feeling bad for myself when the doorbell rang.
I tumbled down the stairs to find my sister answering the door.
"Hey! How can I help you?"
I pushed around her and ushered Zebastian inside.
"Charlotte, this is Zebastian. Were working on a project together."
She smiled broadly and waved, "Well hi Zebastian!"
His mouth tugged up at the corners in a small smile, "Hello."
"You have a pretty awesome name!"
"Thank you. I like yours too."
Pouting, I watched them talk. I could never get Zebastian to smile, much less carry on a conversation. Why did my sister always seem to win people over like this?
I finally pulled Zebastian away from her and lead him to the living room, shooing Charlotte back to her room. As we sat down and he pulled out his textbook, I realized my stuff was still out in the car.
"Oh! Ill be right back. I left my books out in my car."
I left the house in a rush and while I was walking back in, my foot caught on the doorway. I fell and all my books crashed from my hands, landing on the floor. Scowling, I started to pick them up, not even noticing the chuckle ringing in the background until I had everything back in order.
"Glad to know my pain always amuses you," I said to him through clenched teeth.
He spoke in between laughs, "Brice! The look on your face."
As he uttered my name, my breath hitched in my throat. Everything I was going to say to him flew out the window and all I could manage were incomprehensible words. His brow creased in worry.
I gulped and nodded, not trusting myself with words. He looked skeptical but opened his book regardless.
Watching him, I sank into the couch and dropped all my stuff on the floor. He was sitting in the armchair across from me and I had a perfect view of everything he was doing. I stole glances at him every time he turned a page or scratched his head.
After an hour of getting nothing done, Zebastian looked up at me and frowned.
I got what he meant even before he said anything.
"Come on over." I patted the seat next to me.
He slid out of his seat and sank onto the cushion next to me. I ignored the hammering in my chest and leaned closer to him.
"So what the hell should we even do for the presentation?"
His response was a low laugh.
"Yeah, I don't know either," I sighed.
Just as Zebastian opened his mouth to speak, the front door crashed in and Cutter's loud voice boomed from the entryway,
"Hey, hey, hey. Its faaaaaat Albert!"