Kissing Prince Charming

He asks if I have a boyfriend ♥

When Monday comes around Ross is a no show.

Which, to be honest, I kind of expected. You don’t lay out the truth like I did and not expect the other person to freak out and take a few days to readjust.

While I should be upset over the fact that he skipped our tutor session just because he didn’t want to face me, a little part of me was glad he did.

It gave myself time to recollect my own thoughts and prepare for when I did see him. I needed to find a way for us to get by our honesty and resume the meagle friendship we somehow formed and continue on like nothing happened.

This was the idea until he was a no show again on Tuesday.

Then I was starting to get worried. If there was anyone on this planet who understood the importance of graduating and education, it was Ross. So the only viable explanation for him ditching me was because of, well, me.

When I took my complaints and confusion to Jessie, she just snorted and said quite seriously, “I knew you had a crush on that nerd kid.”

Of course I just rolled my eyes and changed the subject to Jacks. Jessie, at-least, had more ill comments to say about him then about Ross.

When I told her Saturday about how our kiss turned into an utter and complete disaster, she just shook her head and told me she was too hungover to discuss scum. But when she did sober up, she laughed and told me that the only thing worse than kissing Jacks his him puking on you.

She wasn’t helping.

At least on Tuesday I could think about Jacks instead of how Ross was avoiding me. I still had to figure a way to get him to kiss me again and make sure this time around it ended perfectly without an interruption.

So, yeah, that took a lot of planning.

When Wednesday finally rolls around and Ross never shows up to our tutor lesson, I decide enough is enough.

With my books in my hands and the vengeance of a scorned girl clouding my judgment, I shove open the double doors leading to the parking lot and let out tense breath. No longer am I going to sit alone in a classroom and worry about a boy who didn’t care enough to show up.

As luck has it, not many people have left the parking lot yet. Most either stayed to mingle for a few extra minutes or others waited until the thicker lines of cars died down before leaving.

Since I didn’t expect Ross to chat up whatever friends he had after school hours, I hoped it was the latter.

Glancing around, I try to look for a guy a little shorter than me and wearing all black. But when all I see is crowds of girls laughing and boys smirking, I realize finding him is going to be a lot harder than I originally thought.

That is if he’s even still here.

“Well, If it’s not Grace.”

Rolling my eyes heavenward, I turn around at the familiar yet annoying voice. Standing a little way away from me, Hunter just stands there in a carefree stance, smiling.

I take in his graphic t-shirt and basketball shorts. “If it’s not the kid that’s stalking me.” He shrugs, not even deterred at the fact I am calling him a creeper.

“Let me guess, you are looking for someone?”

I take a step back, suddenly cautious. I can joke and kid all day long about how he could be following me, but the fact he knows I am looking for Ross takes things to a whole new uncomfortable level.