I glanced at the table I was at and decided to check my email.
This was a huge mistake. I rolled my eyes yet again while reading the edited paper. I didn't realize my paper was this bad. Where has my head been?! To let all these mistakes in! I looked up at him and wondered what he was thinking. Jacky sat there so still faced I couldn't figure him out. Typically I just looked at a person and knew if they were playing me or not, but he was so still-faced I couldn't even tell if he was happy or sad. He really is pissing me off with that face. "You changed everything." I stated, putting the paper down. "You needed it." he said. His face blank as ever. "This is plagiarism!" I said loud enough the few people in the cafe looked over. "Just put me as a source and you'll be fine." he said looking around at the others. They all looked away. I bet people think he's cute just because he's British. Every girl falling on their knees. Well that bull shit isn't going to fly for me! ... But his eyes are a pretty blue; light and clear. His tattoos are kinda hot... NO! Isabelle you can not think about him like that! He's the jackass who hates how you write. "Why do you keep looking at me?" Jacky asked. "I am not looking at you!" I said, my cheeks flushing. "How long does it take for your professor to grade your work?" He asked after a very awkward pause. "Not long typically." I answered, my hand twitching. "Turn it in. Lets see what they give you." he said. He took my laptop and did it anyway. Maybe my hand is twitching because he makes me want to smack him.
"I'll email you once he grades it." I told him. I tried to pack up my laptop but he stopped me. "No it's okay. I have a free day today." He placed the laptop closer to him. Almost as if he wanted to know the grade more than I did. Did he even go to school? "What if I have plans?" I asked, somewhat smug. "Do you?" he countered. Man this guy is a pain in the ass. I slowly sat back down. He just kept staring at me. "Why do you keep looking at me?" I asked mockingly. Answer that Mr. Smuggly. "You have nice eyes." he answered honestly. Is he really this simple? Who just says that when they first meet someone? "They're a nice shade of green. Reminds me of the grass back home." he continued. My breath caught and I almost choked on my cup of coffee. This just made the other's look at us again. Some began to stand up, I waved them off. "Are you alright?" He asked after my coughing fit stopped. "You don't just say something like that!" I said holding my chest. "Is that not what people do in the States? In England we don't hide what we think." Before I could respond my email went off. The smug look on his face returned. "Don't even say it." I commanded. He just smiled and shook his head. "I won't say it if you say sorry, and that you admit that I know what I'm doing when it comes to writing." He smiled and leaned his chair back so far the front two legs came off the ground. "I'll never say it." I said putting my bag over my shoulder. "Then let me take you out to celebrate your good grade." He smiled at himself, almost proud but all the way there.
"Text me where you end up going. I can't have you kidnapped and shipped back to the mother country." Jennifer said pulling my hair up into a high pony tail. I nodded, which messed her up. "Keep still!" She told me for about the tenth time. I couldn't help but move. I was so nervous I couldn't help but move some part of my body. I had to release some of this energy. "It's just a date." Jennifer said rolling her eyes. "I know but he just bothers me so much! UGH!" I said out of frustration. "But he bothers you in all the right places!" she laughed at me. "That's what bothers me!" I practically yelled at her. She just laughed and pulled out her blood red dress, and black, heeled combat boots. I typically never wore anything like this but I felt like I had to put a fire under his ass. If he was gonna be a Mr.Smuggly then I'm gonna be a Ms. Hottie. Oh God why am I acting like this? My heart skipped a beat when I heard the ring tone I set for him go off. I am aware that I am an asshole! I really don't care about all of that though.
"This is a nice place." Jacky said as the waitress bought out chips and salsa. "Mexican is my favorite." I said smiling at the chips. His eyebrows drew in the middle but he didn't say anything. "Do you have Mexican food in England?" I asked stirring the salsa around. "Yes!" he said laughing. My eyes got big. His laugh was so light and sweet. I never expected that sound to come out of him. He stopped once he realized I was looking at him. I just smiled and ordered my food once the waitress came back. Her eyes never left Jacky's face, even when I was talking to her. I looked around the restaurant and noticed every girl was looking at him. Even the one's on dates, even the married ones with their kids. "Why is every girl looking at you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "It's my good looks. Duh." he said flipping his hair over a shoulder. I didn't even know guys flipped their hair! "That is not why they keep looking!" I said placing my drink down a little too hard. "Lets ask someone then, get an honest opinion." he said smirking.
After asking six different girls in the bathroom and I felt very smug. "You were wrong!" I said pointing my finger at him. "I was not." Jacky said matter-of-factually. "The six women I asked all said it was because you were British." I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're lying." He accused. "Nope! Lying isn't in my nature British boy." I felt almost as smug as he looked. "Who did you ask?" he asked, he was losing his confidence. I pointed out that I asked all the younger girls in the restaurant. "I've decided that I hate you now." He stated. "That's okay I decided that I hated you long before now." I said smiling. Somehow I knew both of us didn't mean it. Even though he was Mr. Smuggly.
"Have you ever thought about getting a pug?" I asked. Our date was a week ago and somehow we have seen each other every day since then. "Why a pug?" He asked wrinkling his nose up. "Rhythms with your name." I said laughing. Laughing. That seems to be all we do together. Its nice not having to worry about things. He hasn't tried to get me in bed. Jennifer is convinced that means he's gay. Is he gay? "Are you gay?" I asked, still smiling. "No I'm not gay! I thought you knew I wasn't since we've been dating!" he said seriously. "Well you could always be bi. That's okay if you are." my laughing was unbearable at this point. "I'm not bi! Isabelle I only like women I promise you that." he said shaking his head. "Okay okay I believe you." I put my hands up defensively. "I can prove it." He said rolling on top of me. Why would I ever let myself into his bedroom? Worst position. "No it's okay." I said still smiling. "What if I want to?" He asked. He brought my legs around his waist and put his head in the nook of my neck. He didn't kiss me or anything. He let me be in control. I pulled away from him. His blue eyes even more bright. "I should probably tell you something." I said biting my bottom lip. He pull it out with his thumb. "Okay, shoot." he said staring at my lips. "I'm a virgin." I focused my eyes on a sun spot on the wall. He pulled back slightly. My legs falling. "Then I won't prove it to you yet." he promised me. "Yet?" I questioned. He didn't answer he just nodded.
Could he be the one? Could he be the one I give myself to? No Isabelle. You have to love him. You can't be like the twits at school. They throw themselves at whoever they want just because they can. They don't think about the future. They don't care about school. They just care about the moment. The here and now. I can't do that. I have to be smart. Sleeping with him after a week would be the dumbest thing.
"Let me see what you have already?" He asked this time. Hmm maybe I'm not the only one who's changing now. "I'm not done yet!" I said hugging the computer screen to my chest. At some point I moved from my dorm appointed desk to my bed. "I've already been reading it. That was me being polite." Mr. Smuggly is back. "I hate you again." I stated. I grabbed my laptop and tried to move back to the desk. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back. "And I hate you honey." he said kissing my shoulder. Times like this is what I like best. His mind was so brilliant. It challenged even mine. "Give it to me." he said. He didn't wait for my response he took it from my hands and began typing away. "Is it really that bad?!" I shouted at him. "No no. It's not bad. I just know how to fix it, babe." he said not missing a beat in typing. Why does he keep calling me pet names? This is the first time hearing them. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. Is this what falling in love is? "I hate you still." I said pouting now. He has a way to make me feel a thousand times dumber. No one has challenged me like this before. I do like a challenge though. I will defeat him with my mind and kill him with my body.
I couldn't blame him. His version was a lot better than mine. In the few hours he was here I completed all of my work that I thought would take me all week to do. Two brains really was better than one. "Stay with me tonight." he offered as we ate our pizza. "Now why would I do that?" I asked crossing my arms. "So I know you'll be safe and won't get kidnapped." he stated as if this would chance my mind. "You have to have key card to get into this building." I said laying back on the head board. "You act like creeps don't live on campus." he said. He got up and stated packing my dufflebag. He got to my underwear drawer and picked out the only pair of thongs I owned. "Hey! Don't touch those!" I said grabbing them away. "Then pack the bag yourself." he said trusting the bag towards me. I knew this argument would end up in his favor. "I'm gonna go get the car. Meet you down stairs." he kissed my forehead and slipped out the door. There he goes again. Slipping. I put the thongs in just to mess with him later. HeHe be a dick to me and I'll be a tease to you.
His apartment was bigger than what I expected. It had a foyer and a decent size living room. The kitchen was a good size too. Living in the dorms I missed having my own private kitchen. I will make mac'n cheese! "Come here love." Jacky said patting the spot next to him on the couch. I slowly made my way to him looking at every inch of the apartment so far. It really is a nice place. "Was this your plan? Trap me in your apartment so you could kidnap me for yourself?" I said leaning far away from him. "You found me out Isabelle." He said leaning over me, trapping me in the corner. "You found me out. This was my secret plan. You are now mine." He said. He placed a soft kiss on my neck. I sucked in a quick breath.
Maybe it was a good thing I brought a thong...
Maybe the yet wasn't that far away after all...