An introvert, college, boys and a b*tchy, self-absorbed, incredibly popular best friend. What could possibly go wrong?
"And here I was thinking you were being a gentleman" I joke
"Didn't you hear? Chivalry's dead."
"Fine, I'll get you a drink. But only because I believe in equality" I say
"But first...I gotta go get my wallet" I sigh
He chuckles again.
God, I love that sound.
"Not now. You should take me out on a date" He says, leaning back onto the bar.
"Are you asking me out?"I tease
He turns to look at me, a mischevious smile tugging at his lips.
"No, you are" He says
"In that case, can I get your number?" I ask
He sits up abruptly, fanning his face.
"Oh my gosh, are you like...asking for my number?" he says in a stereotypical high pitch girly voice.
I playfully roll my eyes.
"Not if you don't shut up" I warn
He grins, leaning in again.
"I'll give you my number" he whispers, sending chills running down my spine.
"But only if you give me yours first" He says, a smirk evident on his lips