It All Started With An Apple

Chapter 30

But, my blanking off didn’t really matter at the moment.  What was I supposed to remember about next Saturday?  I had no idea.  I glanced at Dannon, hoping he’d know.  And, sure enough, he was turning red as he guffawed, his eyes alight with amusement.  “I’m guessing you know what she’s talking about then,” I drawled, grimacing.  If he was this amused by her comment, then I was obviously screwed.  “What am I supposed to remember about next Saturday?”

Dannon coughed, his laughter coming to an end.  “She said you and her are going dress shopping,” he told me, coughing out another laugh.

See?  Screwed.

We entered the science room, and everyone’s eyes instantly flicked toward us.  I bit my look, my eyes latching onto my fellow classmates.  The fangirls at the circular table, gawking.  Everyone else . . . well, they weren’t exactly gawking, but they weren’t just discreetly glancing either.  One glance at Brent, and I knew that he was about to blow.  His jaw legitimately dropped as he stared down at our hands in shock.  I was a little insulted when he did that.  At least everyone else had the decency to just show their emotion through their eyes.

Dannon led me to my seat, tugging me forward so suddenly that I almost fell over. I glared at him, whacking him on the shoulder. “Way to make me fall, Barone.”

Dannon grinned, letting go of my hand and seating himself next to Brent in my seat.  I crossed my arms over my chest, tapping my foot impatiently.  I knew that people were watching us act like immature five-year-olds, but I couldn't have cared less.  I smiled at Brent, but that smile quickly faded as he glared at Dannon disgustedly.  My arms instantly were crossing over my chest, my jaw working.  I was going to have to talk to him about that in a few minutes.

“Dannon, that's my seat,” I said, letting my irritation fall away as my attention turned to Dannon as simply sat there, smiling up at me.

“I know,” was his genius reply. Well, I hadn't given him much to go with. “And it’s rather comfortable indeed.”

I sighed, tempted to sit on him.  He had told Garrett that I’d never sat on him before.  That could easily be changed.  But, I didn't want to chance the teacher getting mad.  Dannon might have the golden ticket around here with everyone, but I sure as hell did not.  One step out of line and it was to the office with me!

“Can I have it back?” I demanded, my arms that had just fallen to my side resuming their place crossed across my chest.

One of Dannon's eyebrows rose gracefully.  “You're asking for your chair back?”

I rolled my eyes. “That's what I just said,” I replied, ignoring the emphasis he placed on the word “your”. 

Dannon sighed playfully, earning an eye-roll from Brent.  I was going to throttle the kid.  He had no right to act so disrespectful.  My mind flashed back to when we first spoke after I turned him down and sighed mentally.  He was pretty jealous of Dannon and his popularity after all.  And to think that I’d joined in with his bashing on Dannon.  Oh my gosh.  I wanted to smack my old self.

Dannon stood up, shocking me a little.  I hadn't expected for him to give in so easily. “Well, it's been fun, but I'm afraid that I must go to my first period.”

Oh.  “Okay,” I said with a nod.

Dannon smiled, patting my shoulder.  I could see in his eyes that he wanted to do more than that (like wrap his arms around me in an embrace), but I also knew that he understood that I really wasn’t comfortable with public display of affection—besides holding hands.  I wasn’t comfortable with people staring, and if their jaws dropped to the floor by us holding hands, I could only imagine what they’d do if they saw us kissing.  They weren’t pretty pictures in my head, either.