I want to slap them for all the stupid shit he says. For not giving a fuck about the classes his parents pay a fortune for. For calling me sunshine every three seconds.
But he's calling me Chloe.
He…
I…
My heart pounds so hard I'm sure it's going to break out of my chest.
It doesn't.
But a deep breath does nothing to help me calm down.
For three years I've been smitten. Ever since our first day in geometry, when he turned to me and asked to borrow my protractor. Then promised to make it worth my while with a wink and a smile.
Calm eludes me.
Sense eludes me.
Everything but a fangirl voice screaming Dean Maddox eludes me.
His lips curl into a smile. He holds out his arm. Motions come here.
My knees knock together.
Lightness spreads into my chest, neck, head. I'm dizzy. Like I'm going to faint.
Who knew swooning was a real thing? I thought Gia made it up.
My feet move of their own accord.
My combat boots sink into the plush carpet.
My hands slip from my pockets.
One finds his palm.
He wraps his fingers around my hand. Rubs the space between my thumb and forefinger with his thumb.
He looks down at me—he has to, he has a foot on me—like I'm the only thing he needs.
Like I'm everything he needs.
His voice is soft. Sweet. "Nice of you to join, sunshine."
The nickname breaks my trance.
Dean doesn't need me. He needs to push my buttons.
Gia insists he's teasing because he likes me, but what does Gia know about guys like Dean? She met her boyfriend at a comics shop. They read Spider-Man and play video games together.
Gia doesn't know Dean, but I do.
With him, you have to bite back.
I shoot him my best fuck you smile. "Nice to see you, dick face."
He chuckles. "You know I take that as a compliment."