"Hmmmmmm."
My phone buzzes with a facebook update.
Dawson said, Had an amazing weekend in NYC with his amazing girl <3 I suck at Facebook status, I just decide, because I can't ever think of anything to write.
"Okay, so I gotta go to the library, Aiden is having some french crisis."
Annie says, "French kissing crisis??" (This is sorta funny, considering they still have not had a tongue kiss.) "Shut up. I have a boyfriend and a date to homecoming. And he's hot. Really, really hot. Y'all think he's hot, right?"
"Yeah, he's the hottest guy at school. If we didn't love you, we would totally hate you for it."
I threw a sweatshirt over my head, but left my shorts on to run over to the library. It's like I just got all comfy and unpacked. I don't care that my hair is in a ponytail, and I'm going to see the God of all Hotties.
I really don't.
But fine. I did stop to brush my teeth.
And maybe put on a swipe of lipgloss.
I vote for letting him die.
8:14pm He's sitting back in a corner. Our corner, it seems, behind some stacks. One of the more private tables in the library. He told me it was so we could quietly talk without bothering anyone.
I think he's just trying to be sneaky. Like maybe there is some time warp continuum, or a valley of the gods under a secret seal below the carpet. Maybe the table rests on it, and when he needs his aura recharged by the gods, he just sneaks down there. Or maybe he goes down there to see his mother, Aphrodite. Come to think of it, that's probably why Aiden messes with me, he's got that spitefulness of his mother, who thinks love is some cruel, manipulatable joke.
Whatever.
Okay. Tutor face on.
"Hey, Boots," he says to me. "How was your weekend?"
"It was good. Really good. Dawes asked me to Homecoming, and I got to meet his parents."
"Good for you, okay, so, I don't get this at all."
So we go over the workbook pages, and I think maybe he does need to go get his aura recharged or something because he doesn't make fun of me and Dawson. He doesn't slam me in anyway, not even when I am playing with Dawson's class ring, which I am wearing on a long chain, in front of him.
"What's wrong with you?" I finally ask him.
"What do you mean?"
"You're like being nice to me. It's kinda scary."
"I'm always nice to you."
I look at him, eyebrows raised, calling bullshit.
"I just thought it would be nice if we could try and be friends, so I guess, yes, I'm trying to be nice."
"That's cool."
"Well it may be cool, but it sucks. I wanna hear your weekend with Dawson sucked. I wanna hear that his parent's hated you. I want you to tutor me in my room, so we can have some privacy. I hate that you have a boyfriend, and I hate that you have a date."
"Ha! There's the Aiden I know and love."
He cocks his head at me, grins, "You love me?"
"It's a saying. It doesn't mean anything."
He leans a little closer toward me. Thank God there is a table separating us."Still there's lots of sayings out there. You picked that one. You're just trying to tell me you love me, it's okay. I already know."
My phone buzzes on the table and up pops a text.
Dawson: I miss you
Aiden says, "Wow, if only it were that easy."
"What?"
"I vote for letting him die." (I love when he says this! It's like the first sort of humor we see from him.) "Oh my gosh! You are so mean! I think my work here is done anyways. See ya, Aiden."
My heart mated with his.
9:22 pm As I'm walking over to Dawson's dorm for a quick good night kiss.
Hottie god: I miss you
Me: I'll be right there baby........Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
Hottie god: You'll be sad when I'm dead.
Me: Doubtful, I'll have more free time. Actually, I do have something I wanted to talk to you about, if you promise to be nice. 5 min at your room?
Hottie god:<3 So I go kiss Dawson, for about 6 minutes straight. Try to keep him from attacking me for the millionth time this weekend.
Not that I minded at all. This weekend was amazing. It really was. He is so sweet and soooo hot.
Then I head up to Aiden's room. I knock. "Entrer," he says. (obviously enter in French) "So, I turned on the twinkle lights just for you. Just getting ready to start the ipod. I think you owe me something like ten dances."
"I will give you your dances, if you will do something for me."
He looks shocked. "Uh, sure, what?"
"I want you to get on the social committee, help me do some cool stuff, and help your sister stop hating on me."
He thinks for a quick second. "Done." Then he hits play, stands in the center of his room, draws me toward him with his eyes."
I slide into his open arms, and we dance to slow songs. I close my eyes and breathe in his godly scent-warm musk mixed with an intoxicating bit of clove and possibly some golden glitter and fairy dust. (Has she ever described the way Dawson smells? In Stalk Me, she did talk about how Brooklyn smelled. He was a combination of salt from the ocean, weed, and Calvin Klein Eternity, if my memory serves me right.) As was the case before, dancing with Aiden is practically other worldly. As good as sex is with Dawes, I can't help but wonder how it would feel with Aiden, it's as if the dance is just a preview of how amazing it could be. And as we're standing there together, swaying slowly, I swear my heart just jumped out of my chest, mated with his and came back to me. (OMG. This makes me laugh. She makes me laugh in this scene.) WTF!?.
Did I seriously just think that? My heart MATED with his? Oh baby Jesus, it is time for me to get out of here.
Is he burning some kind of incense? Did he put some hallucinogenic mushrooms in to the gatorade he let me have a sip of? What the hell is wrong with me? (Love spell. Hottie god powers.) I pull back just a little and break the spell.
Well, I broke the spell until he smiled at me. He had his eyes closed when he first looked toward me, then he slowly opened them, offering me just slivers of dazzling green. When he saw me looking at him, his mouth, that gods be damned for creating it mouth, curled into a sweet grin. "I love dancing with you."
"It is nice." I say like an idiot.
Of all the words I could use to describe the way I feel when I am dancing with him and all I can come up with is the word most overused by fourth graders?
"So how do I get on this committee, and what are you going to make me do?"
"We'll get Miss Praline to nominate you, then we're gonna do some really cool social things."
He's still holding me in his arms. And I really don't want him to let go.
"It's almost curfew, you better go," is what he says, but he tightens his hold on me.
I make myself blink. It seems to help fight his powers. Breaking the spell for a moment or something.
"Yeah." I say, a little too breathlessly. But what I'm thinking is kiss me.....please Athena, Zeus, Apollo, whoever, make him kiss me. (When you start praying to the greek gods . . .) No, wait. I have a boyfriend. I think.
Yes. I do. (Yes, you do.) But he must have read my mind.
He leans in and gets as close to my lips as possible, without touching them. "Too bad you have a boyfriend, or I'd be kissing you now."
I swallow hard. Because I had momentarily stopped breathing, a pile of spit had collected in the back of my throat. It was either swallow or choke.
I say, "I do," and as my lips move to speak the words, they just brush against Aiden's, and the feeling is more electrifying than if I had actually kissed him.
I pull back, shocked.
"I really have to go," I murmur, and then get the hell out of there and to my dorm.
But I'm seven minutes late.
Which is like a half a second in god years, so you wouldn't think it would be held against me, but it is. I now have seven minutes times three of detention. Twenty one minutes of detention.
Where I am supposed to sit and think about why I am there.
Fan-freaking-tastic.
Monday, September 12th It'd be way hot.
Ceramics Jakes complaining. "I can't even get her to go down on me. She used her hand. We've been going out for like two weeks and dating for like three."
"Yeah, I heard she doesn't like to do that. Thinks it's gross."
"She didn't with Dawes either?"
"Um, I think only when she was like super drunk."
"Time to get the girl super drunk, I think."
"Can I ask you all a question?"
"Sure," Bryce says.
"Like what is something a girl could do to you, like possibly in public that would make you really hot. Like worship her."
Jake laughs, "So you wanna make Dawes worship you?"
I look a little embarrassed, even though I'm not. "Uh, maybe."
"Road head. A girl does that to me, goes way up in my book." Jake says.
Bryce says, "Yeah, but sex somewhere like risky is fun, or it could just be messing around, but somewhere that feels risky."
"Anywhere around school that feels risky, but isn't really that risky?"
Jake considers that for a moment, scratches the side of his face and says, "Yeah, I've always thought the private study rooms at the library. I tried to get girl to do stuff with me once, but we just kissed, and then she got too nervous."
"Any other thoughts?"
"I have dirty dreams about a girl coming in the boys locker room during half time to help motivate me for the second half," Bryce confesses. "But I think that would be impossible. What about the football field at night, the bleachers, the cave?"
"Maybe."
"Some people go in the cars that are like parked at school. If it's dark, no one would notice. Dawson does have his car."
"Have y'all ever done any of that? Or anything you thought was like really hot?"
Bryce grins, "Football field, late a few times, but the best was the bathrooms by the concession stands."
Jake looks at him, shocked, "Who was that and when???
"That Amanda chick that got kicked out and sent to rehab. It was fun, but she was kinda skanky."
I ask, "So was the fact that she did you in the bathroom what made her skanky?"
"No, it was the fact that she did everyone in the bathroom that made her skanky."
"So Jake, if like Peyton tried that on you, since you're going out, would it be hot, or skanky?"
They both agree."It'd be way hot."
I'm never putting my hair in a bun again.
Lunch Today I officially start campaigning for Student Council office. We got up super early today (as in we started this at 6am) and were hanging signs all over school. Then right after that I had to meet Brad and the dean at 7:30 to discuss our ideas for the Social Committee. He loved the ideas, especially about raising money for different charities, letting school clubs get involved and just kind of making it about all students and interests, not about popularity. We haven't figured out all the details, but so far he likes it. We're going to meet with our group tomorrow morning at 7am (groan) and figure out our first theme and weekend. And then we will start pulling together ideas for what groups can help.