“Whatcha lookin’ at, Emilie?”
“Nothing. I’m not looking at anything.”
She rests her chin on her hand and shakes her head. “They’re so obvious. Look at the redhead. She has run her fingers through her hair more times than she has blinked. I wonder if Justin gets tired of that.”
Tyler nods. “He does. Everyone thinks he’s this asshole, but if they only knew how much patience he has dealing with every girl that thinks she can tame him… He can’t go anywhere without them bugging the daylights out of him. Trust me; he’s much more polite than I would be,”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t love it,” Cara says, leaning up and kissing him on the cheek.
Justin is just finishing his cigarette outside the cafeteria when I pass him. “Wait up, Em. I’ll walk you.”
“You don’t have to walk me to every class, Justin. I know how to get there on my own.”
Justin was easily sidetracked by a girl with long black hair and a short skirt. She walks by, smiling at him. He follows her with his eyes and nods in the girl’s direction, throwing down his cigarette.
“I’ll catch up with you later, Emilie.”
“Yeah,” I say, rolling my eyes as he jogs to the girl’s side.
Justin seat remains empty during history, and I find myself a bit irritated with him for missing over a girl he doesn’t even know. The professor dismisses us early, and I hurry across the lawn, aware that I was to meet Carder at three to give him a notebook he had forgotten at my place. I look at my watch and quicken my pace.
“Emilie?”
Matt jogs across the grass to walk beside me, “I don’t think we’ve officially met,” he says, holding out his hand, “Matt Johnson.”
I take his hand and smile. “Emilie Benson.”
“I was behind you when you got your Bio test grade, congratulations,” he smiles, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
“Thanks. Justin helped, or I would’ve been at the bottom of the list, trust me.”
“Oh, are you guys…?” he trails off.
“Friends.”
Matt nods and smiles. “Did he tell you there’s a party at the House this weekend?”
“We mostly talk about Biology and food.”
Matt laughs, “That sounds like Justin.”
At the door of Bradley Hall, Matt scans my face with his big green eyes. “You should come, it’ll be fun.”
“I’ll talk to Cara about it. I don’t think we have any plans.”
“Are you guys like a package deal or something?” he says, laughing.
Heat floods to my face, “We made a pact this summer. No parties solo.”
“Smart.” He nods his head in approval and my embarrassment diminishes.
“She met Tyler at orientation so I haven’t really had to tag along with her much. This will be the first time I’ve needed to ask her, so I’m sure she’ll be happy to come.” I inwardly cringe. Not only was a babbling, I’d made it obvious that I didn’t get asked to parties.
“Great. I’ll see you there,” He says. He flashes his perfect million dollar smile with his square jaw and naturally tan skin, turning to walk across campus.
I watch him walk away; he was tall, fit and clean-shaven, with a pressed dress shirt and jeans that hung at his waist just right. His wavy dark blond hair bounced when he walked.
I bit my lip, flattered by his invitation.
“Now he’s more your speed” Carder says in my ear.
I jump, startled but quickly regain my composure. “He’s cute, huh?” I ask, unable to contain my grin.
“Hell, yes. In that preppy, ‘I wanna save the world’ kind of way,”
“Carder!” I cry, smacking him on the shoulder.
“Do you have my notebook?”
“I do,” I say, pulling it out of my back pack. He lights up a cigarette, held between his lips, and aimlessly flips through pages of his regained possession.
“Thanks for bringing this, I really needed it.” He says, looking back down at me, he takes another drag. “Good thing Bradley’s boilers are out. You’ll need a cold shower after getting ogled by that tall drink of water.”
“The dorm doesn’t have hot water?” I wail.
“That’s the word on the street,” Carder says, sliding his backpack over his shoulder. “I’m off to Algebra. Tell Cara I say not to forget me this weekend.”
“I’ll tell her.” I grumble, glaring up at the antique brick walls of our dormitory. I stomp up to my room, pushing through the door, and let my back pack fall to the floor.
“No hot water,” Cassy mumbles from her side of the desk,
“So I heard.”
My cell phone buzzes and I click it open, reading a text from Cara cursing out the boilers. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.
*A/N oh my goodness, a little bit of jealousy was put into the chapter kind of. Uhm so I realize this fan fiction is slow moving with their relationship but I promise you when they get together you'll love it, sorry for the wait. please vote and comment guys! I'm gonna start updating based on votes and comments... the more there are the faster the update! Thanks so much guys ily - Abby x*
Chapter Nine - Cabana Boy
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