Lifting my head up, I looked deep into her eyes. She stopped trying to wiggle away from me and seemed to arch her body deeper into mine.
“Cyrano De Bergerac, Shane? For a self-serving man-whore, you know way too many romantic quotes,” she whispered. How the hell does she know my quotes? She tried to squirm underneath me again, which just aroused me more. I wanted to kiss those beautiful lips so bad it physically hurt me not to. The thought snapped out of my mind when one of her hands got free and she slapped me in the face with her pizza. Then she smashed it in; I rolled off her laughing.
I laughed even harder when Grace launched another slice of pizza and it landed right in the middle of Alex ʼs forehead, sticking there for a few brief moments before falling. What made it even funnier was the ass was trying to whack at the pizza with his hands, but because of his casts, he couldn’t bend his arms to reach his face. So his arms were just flailing in the air like he was trying to land a plane. Fucking epic .
The food fight ended when Lea started screaming about pizza on the ceiling. Without complaint, we cleaned everything; even Alex with his broken arms and pizza smeared forehead. He probably just cleaned up to impress Grace, because he never cleaned. Alex and Tuckerʼs apartment was unbearable to hang out in because of the disgusting mess in it. Brayden complained about it all the time, since he lived there too-but he never did anything to change it. Alexʼs mom once even paid a cleaning service to go there twice a week as a surprise for them. The poor girl quit after a few weeks because of Tucker and Alexʼs over the top flirting with her. She slept with them both though. Girls always do when they find out about the band.
When the apartment sparkled with cleanliness, we split ourselves up in groups to hang the posters we created in a few bars around the neighborhood. I took control of the situation because I wanted to spend some more time with Grace. Not to make any moves, but just to hang out with her and talk. I figured that the Cyrano De Bergerac quote today and the Shakespeare from the other day was a bit too much. I was also feeling desperate to find something to take her out of my mind , anything . There had to be something that I could learn about her that would make me shake the feelings . “Conner and Lea, you guys hit the Bowery Ballroom and the bars around there. Brayden and Ethan, you guys hit the Highline and wherever else you can think of on the West Side. Alex, you go home. Both your arms are broken and you look like an idiot. Grace and I will hit the East side.”
I smiled at her shocked expression. “Ready?” I asked her.
“Uh...yeah...sure,” she answered arching her eyebrows up to the middle of her forehead.
Laughing at her reaction, I grabbed her coat and tried to put it on her like a gentleman. She yanked it out of my hands before I could even try to put it on her and shoved her arms in the sleeves.
“Donʼt worry, I wonʼt try anything, unless youʼve change your mind...” I joked.
If looks could kill, she would have shot me at close-range, bullet right between my eyes. I flung my hands over my head in surrender. I stepped closer to her. “Yeah, Grace, I got it. You ʼll never have sex with me. Right. I know. Maybe Iʼll make up a few tee shirts so thereʼll be no confusion for anyone who thinks my dysfunctional ass canʼt just innocently flirt.”
She continued putting her coat on, stuck her tongue out at me and walked out the front door. Damn, what I would do with that tongue .
I followed her down the street to the corner of the block and we stood there watching for the light to change so we could cross the avenue.
“Thank you for helping,” I said quietly. I looked ahead into the distance not wanting to see how much of a disgusted expression she wore from being with me.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her head turn up to look at me. She seemed to watch
“Cyrano De Bergerac, Shane? For a self-serving man-whore, you know way too many romantic quotes,” she whispered. How the hell does she know my quotes? She tried to squirm underneath me again, which just aroused me more. I wanted to kiss those beautiful lips so bad it physically hurt me not to. The thought snapped out of my mind when one of her hands got free and she slapped me in the face with her pizza. Then she smashed it in; I rolled off her laughing.
I laughed even harder when Grace launched another slice of pizza and it landed right in the middle of Alex ʼs forehead, sticking there for a few brief moments before falling. What made it even funnier was the ass was trying to whack at the pizza with his hands, but because of his casts, he couldn’t bend his arms to reach his face. So his arms were just flailing in the air like he was trying to land a plane. Fucking epic .
The food fight ended when Lea started screaming about pizza on the ceiling. Without complaint, we cleaned everything; even Alex with his broken arms and pizza smeared forehead. He probably just cleaned up to impress Grace, because he never cleaned. Alex and Tuckerʼs apartment was unbearable to hang out in because of the disgusting mess in it. Brayden complained about it all the time, since he lived there too-but he never did anything to change it. Alexʼs mom once even paid a cleaning service to go there twice a week as a surprise for them. The poor girl quit after a few weeks because of Tucker and Alexʼs over the top flirting with her. She slept with them both though. Girls always do when they find out about the band.
When the apartment sparkled with cleanliness, we split ourselves up in groups to hang the posters we created in a few bars around the neighborhood. I took control of the situation because I wanted to spend some more time with Grace. Not to make any moves, but just to hang out with her and talk. I figured that the Cyrano De Bergerac quote today and the Shakespeare from the other day was a bit too much. I was also feeling desperate to find something to take her out of my mind , anything . There had to be something that I could learn about her that would make me shake the feelings . “Conner and Lea, you guys hit the Bowery Ballroom and the bars around there. Brayden and Ethan, you guys hit the Highline and wherever else you can think of on the West Side. Alex, you go home. Both your arms are broken and you look like an idiot. Grace and I will hit the East side.”
I smiled at her shocked expression. “Ready?” I asked her.
“Uh...yeah...sure,” she answered arching her eyebrows up to the middle of her forehead.
Laughing at her reaction, I grabbed her coat and tried to put it on her like a gentleman. She yanked it out of my hands before I could even try to put it on her and shoved her arms in the sleeves.
“Donʼt worry, I wonʼt try anything, unless youʼve change your mind...” I joked.
If looks could kill, she would have shot me at close-range, bullet right between my eyes. I flung my hands over my head in surrender. I stepped closer to her. “Yeah, Grace, I got it. You ʼll never have sex with me. Right. I know. Maybe Iʼll make up a few tee shirts so thereʼll be no confusion for anyone who thinks my dysfunctional ass canʼt just innocently flirt.”
She continued putting her coat on, stuck her tongue out at me and walked out the front door. Damn, what I would do with that tongue .
I followed her down the street to the corner of the block and we stood there watching for the light to change so we could cross the avenue.
“Thank you for helping,” I said quietly. I looked ahead into the distance not wanting to see how much of a disgusted expression she wore from being with me.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her head turn up to look at me. She seemed to watch
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