whip?” she asked, digging in her purse for her wallet.
I was surprised they knew how to make it the right way. It was like hearing another language being spoken and not having a translator present.
I looked out the window on my way over to the table. The rain had stopped and the sun was shining. One of the annoying things about New York was the weather seemed to change every five minutes. I loved rain and how it made me feel so comfy. Snow had the same effect on me but there was something special about the sound of rain hitting glass windows and pattering against roofs that I found very relaxing.
Alissa talked the most during our hour-long conversation with Jamison. When we started warning him about the D.A.'s, I got a little nervous that Alissa would tell him what had happened but she kept her mouth shut, thank goodness.
What I knew more about was what varying teachers expected in their classrooms but I didn't talk on that subject for too long because I noticed two sets of eyes glassing over.
“So, I know Alissa is dating Matt, but who are you dating Katherine?” He took a sip of his coffee, looking at me over the rim of his cup.
Alissa giggled and answered for me. “Kat doesn't date. She's a writer and feels like boys are a distraction.”
“I didn't say I would never. I just haven't found any guys I've wanted to date.” I kicked Alissa under the table.
“That is what we would call useful information, back in Montana.” Jamison pulled out his vibrating cell phone and typed out a text. “Ladies, it's time I headed back home. It was really great talking to you both. Maybe tomorrow I can join you in the lunchroom?”
“Sure, anytime.” Alissa looked at me and nodded her head towards him, encouraging me to say the same.
“Of course. See you tomorrow in history.”
“I’ll be there.” He smiled at us while putting his cell phone back in his pocket. I was disappointed he didn't ask for my phone number. We watched him walk out the door and I couldn't help but check out his butt, which was a little flat. He seemed otherwise proportionate, so I decided to overlook that flaw.
Maybe I’m a snob. It's not like I’ve got a long list of options.
Alissa was looking at me with a huge, goofy smile. “I don't think he looked at me but maybe twice the entire conversation,” she said.
“Whatever. Am I the only one that didn't really learn anything about him?”
“Hmm, I guess not. Maybe he doesn't like to share things about himself.” Alissa shrugged.
“Or maybe I’ll have to go all Sherlock Holmes on his Montana ass.” I looked at the time on my phone. “Let's go. I need to make sure my mom didn't pass out on the bathroom floor.”
Cha pter 11
Alissa
So far senior year hadn't sucked as much as I’d expected after what happened to Katherine. The D.A.'s stayed away from us and I imagined that was because most of them had cars and either ditched or left campus for lunch. Either way, it was for the best because I seemed to be running off of pure adrenaline since I’d started working out and I would have hated to find myself in the middle of a fight.
I avoided being alone with Scott because I really didn’t want him to realize I was becoming more and more attracted to him. Matt kept him occupied, spending more time in one-on-one sessio ns, so I was able to do my workouts alone. It was a self-preservation method that I was finding very effective. I still couldn’t make up my mind regarding our last conversation, and whether it had been inappropriate or not, but the more I thought about what he’d said, the more I wished I’d shown him just how grown-up I really was.
Matt was coming over to my house to take care of my virginity problem. I convinced my dad to take my mom out for dinner. It was a huge step and it needed to be done but the closer five-thirty came, the more nervous I felt.
Why does this feel like a mission? I should be sharing this with someone I love, right? I shook my head at the
I was surprised they knew how to make it the right way. It was like hearing another language being spoken and not having a translator present.
I looked out the window on my way over to the table. The rain had stopped and the sun was shining. One of the annoying things about New York was the weather seemed to change every five minutes. I loved rain and how it made me feel so comfy. Snow had the same effect on me but there was something special about the sound of rain hitting glass windows and pattering against roofs that I found very relaxing.
Alissa talked the most during our hour-long conversation with Jamison. When we started warning him about the D.A.'s, I got a little nervous that Alissa would tell him what had happened but she kept her mouth shut, thank goodness.
What I knew more about was what varying teachers expected in their classrooms but I didn't talk on that subject for too long because I noticed two sets of eyes glassing over.
“So, I know Alissa is dating Matt, but who are you dating Katherine?” He took a sip of his coffee, looking at me over the rim of his cup.
Alissa giggled and answered for me. “Kat doesn't date. She's a writer and feels like boys are a distraction.”
“I didn't say I would never. I just haven't found any guys I've wanted to date.” I kicked Alissa under the table.
“That is what we would call useful information, back in Montana.” Jamison pulled out his vibrating cell phone and typed out a text. “Ladies, it's time I headed back home. It was really great talking to you both. Maybe tomorrow I can join you in the lunchroom?”
“Sure, anytime.” Alissa looked at me and nodded her head towards him, encouraging me to say the same.
“Of course. See you tomorrow in history.”
“I’ll be there.” He smiled at us while putting his cell phone back in his pocket. I was disappointed he didn't ask for my phone number. We watched him walk out the door and I couldn't help but check out his butt, which was a little flat. He seemed otherwise proportionate, so I decided to overlook that flaw.
Maybe I’m a snob. It's not like I’ve got a long list of options.
Alissa was looking at me with a huge, goofy smile. “I don't think he looked at me but maybe twice the entire conversation,” she said.
“Whatever. Am I the only one that didn't really learn anything about him?”
“Hmm, I guess not. Maybe he doesn't like to share things about himself.” Alissa shrugged.
“Or maybe I’ll have to go all Sherlock Holmes on his Montana ass.” I looked at the time on my phone. “Let's go. I need to make sure my mom didn't pass out on the bathroom floor.”
Cha pter 11
Alissa
So far senior year hadn't sucked as much as I’d expected after what happened to Katherine. The D.A.'s stayed away from us and I imagined that was because most of them had cars and either ditched or left campus for lunch. Either way, it was for the best because I seemed to be running off of pure adrenaline since I’d started working out and I would have hated to find myself in the middle of a fight.
I avoided being alone with Scott because I really didn’t want him to realize I was becoming more and more attracted to him. Matt kept him occupied, spending more time in one-on-one sessio ns, so I was able to do my workouts alone. It was a self-preservation method that I was finding very effective. I still couldn’t make up my mind regarding our last conversation, and whether it had been inappropriate or not, but the more I thought about what he’d said, the more I wished I’d shown him just how grown-up I really was.
Matt was coming over to my house to take care of my virginity problem. I convinced my dad to take my mom out for dinner. It was a huge step and it needed to be done but the closer five-thirty came, the more nervous I felt.
Why does this feel like a mission? I should be sharing this with someone I love, right? I shook my head at the
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