"Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" I blurted out before really thinking it through.
"Kellin..."
"No, not anything bad, just hanging out. Just because I work for you doesn't mean we can't be friends."
"Just, friends." He cut in, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah yeah, anyways, do you?" He thought about it.
"You know what, sure, I'll give you a try, but I'm setting some rules."
"Vic haven't you learned? I like to break the rules." I moved around him.
"Too bad, these are different. There will be no flirting, no kissing, and no sexually activity." I scrunched up face.
"Ew, Vic, I want you but not like that." He smiled. "My place tomorrow at three." I said with a hint of joy in it because I was pretty animated.
"See you then." He said, grabbing his bag and heading out the door. I left shortly after, gathering my items and left to the thought of what was in store tomorrow.
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The day couldn't have come fast enough. I waited in anticipation for the knock on my door. The last few minutes were disheartening, especially when the clock hit three and Vic still hasn't arrived. I was sucked into my pity party, that was until I heard a knock on my door.
Pushing myself off the couch, I jogged to the door, excitement eating me alive. Vic stood on the other side.
"Welcome again." I said with a smile, letting him in. He looked around the place like before, scoping everything out.
"You're messy." He stated, glancing at the pizza box on the side table and my unmade bed.
"Shut up, I know." He chuckled before slouching down onto the couch.
"So...what do you want to do?" He asked after a few moments of silence were passed.
"Um...I have an idea." I replied teasingly.
"Not. That." He said sternly, removing my hand from his leg. I sighed.
"What are we supposed to do then?"
"We could talk?"
"You and talking, it's boring and-"
"Tell me about yourself, you know for real." He cut in as I plopped down next to him.
"Uhh, okay..." I replied slowly, trying to pry myself from staring at Vic's exposed arms. They were tan and muscular, even though he has a slim figure such as myself. "I don't know." I admitted. He scoffed.
"Oh please, tell me where you went to school."
"I went to Ridgemont, what about you?"
"Clairmont."
Clairmont and Ridgemont used to be a combined school, but they split and my school changed to Ridgemont. They're in two different towns, but fairly close at the same time. That's how I knew about Vic. Sometimes our schools went on field trips to the same places, so I saw him on occasion. He never noticed me though, I was always the kid at the back of the line with his hood up, not really giving a shit on what we were doing. Vic though, well, he was the kid by the teacher, the one most likely taking notes on nothing specific. And that's what makes him cute.
It's not just his looks I like, I just genuinely like and admire Vic. He always did better than I did, but I don't envy him, I admire his work. He has a lot of potential, a hell of a lot more than he gets credited for at work.
VII
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