Chapter Twenty-Three.

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Chapter Twenty-Three.

"I swear Noah, you cannot laugh at me when I fall on my butt," I repeat for the thousandth time. Ice skating. Where does Noah come off on taking me ice skating? It's like he picks the most random things, that he knows I'm going to fail at. Bowling-that was a complete fail. Now ice skating will be an epic fail.

"I won't let you fall," Noah smiles, grabbing my hand and dragging me onto the ice.

I have to admit though, Noah picked a good place. This is cute; an outdoor ice skating rink, with lights all around. He picked a good night too, because not a lot of people are here; which is better because than means less witnesses to see me fall on my butt like a moron.

Noah guides my waist as we slowly glide along the ice. "I think that this is another scam to touch me," I tell him.

He chuckles. "I think your right," he teases. "See? It's not so bad."

I smile. "Yeah, until you let go."

Noah kisses me on the cheek. "I won't."

At least fifteen minutes goes by and I think that I finally have the hang of this. Not that I don't love being in Noah's arms, but I want to try it by myself. I start skating by myself, only using Noah for support if I start to lose balance.

"Aren't most first dates supposed to be at the movies?" I question, being careful not to fall.

Noah shrugs. "I have a theory about the movies when it comes to first dates," Noah admits.

I roll my eyes. "Here we go..."

He laughs. "No, I think you're going to like this," Noah says. "If you want to hook up with a girl, you take her to the movies; because what else are you going to do in the dark for an hour and a half?" I start laughing. "I'm serious. If you want to be with a girl, you take her to a place where you can just...hang out and talk," he explains.

How is it that all of the things that I thought I knew about Noah, he proves wrong? Making me feel like I don't know him even more. "So I'm not just a hook up to take up space on a long list of girls?" I check.

Noah laughs. "Define hook-up."

I roll my eyes again. "You know what I'm getting at Noah, how many girls have you slept with?"

"How many girls do you think I've slept with?" he asks.

I shrug. "I don't know, how many girls are there in the school, minus me?"

"You seriously believe that I've slept with every girl in school, besides you?"

Why is he answering my questions, with questions? "Well, not every girl, but you've been with a lot of girls, haven't you? I mean, the only time you weren't screwing around was when you were with Natalie," I point out.

"Mily..." Noah tails off. "Do we have to talk about this? I mean, the girls in my past aren't important."

I nod. "It's important to me. I mean, if the situation were flipped and I had slept with other people, wouldn't you want to know how many?"

"To be honest with you, no, I wouldn't want to know, because then I would get a mental image, so spare me, please," he states.

I sigh. "Well, I want to know."

Noah shakes his head. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

I stop skating and look at him. "Is it really that many?" I ask quietly.

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