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"I'm not sure what you are saying." I stammered as his blue eyes crinkled up in amusement.
"Sure, you do." The words rolled from his tongue casually as he rubbed his jaw. "I need you to convince her to come on a date with me. You are her best friend, after all."
I tried to swallow, my eyes darting around the crowded hallway, suspicious glances and curious whispers everywhere I looked. I mean, I was talking to the hottest guy in school, by many standards. Bailey Fenton.
School dreamboat, star football player, blah blah. He was your walking cliche- those piercing blue eyes that made you practice your signature as his future wife with one smoldering glance, the deep sexy voice that commanded your attention, the wavy chestnut hair that flopped in front of his eyes endlessly.
He was surrounded by girls daily and had slept with most of them if the gossip was believed. Yet here he was, talking to me for the first time in history. I stared down at my once sparkly Converse, ruined by the countless sprints across the muddy school field as I tried desperately to avoid a late mark.
"Anna?"
His voice made me jump, and he looked at me oddly, a mixture of pity and curiosity on his face.
I attempted to clear my throat, and all that came out was the sound of a frog being strangled as it gasped for breath. I closed my eyes as the mortification of the situation at hand filled me. I found my voice, determined to use it.
"It's Annabelle," I mumbled, "You want me to get Ray to go on a date with you?" I echoed his words as he observed me like I was incredibly fragile and capable of shattering across the hall in a million pieces.
He nodded triumphantly, as though having a conversation with me was a feat all by itself.
"Yup. You got it."
He winked at me, and against my will, my stomach flip-flopped, signaling to my brain to make me blush wildly.
Damn evolution.
"Bailey, no offense, but that won't happen. She's not interested."
I smiled apologetically as I went to walk away.
"Look, Anna."
Was he deaf? I was sure I had said my name was Annabelle. I opened my mouth to correct him when he touched my arm softly, stopping me from moving away. His blue eyes had found mine again.
"This isn't something I've come across before. She intrigues me. Please say you'll try. For me?"
He ran his hand through that damn hair as I found myself gazing at him, wondering if it would feel as soft as it looked.
"You've never faced rejection?"
It was out before I could stop it; honestly, my mouth has a mind of its own- verbal diarrhea my brother Elijah calls it.
Bailey scoffed, his chest almost puffing out with foolish pride.
"Would you say no to me?" He breathed, stepping closer to me. His breath smelt of mint, yet it was nothing on the scent his skin was giving out. Did they bottle this up?! It was addictive.
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