“Don’t worry, Bookworm, I was joking,” Skull chuckled.
Clarissa didn’t answer, but ducked into the bathroom instead. She ran her brush through her hair, but her curls had fallen flat. For a moment she stood looking in the mirror, procrastinating. She wasn’t sure what the hell Skull expected now that they were alone, but if he thought just having a motorcycle made him cool enough to get into her pants, he was wrong. He was sexy and she’d admit that the motorcycle was growing on her, but that wasn’t enough to get into her pants, not yet anyway.
When Clarissa returned she found Skull leaning lazily against the side of his bike. His gaze looked distant and made Clarissa wonder what he was thinking of.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Skull grinned, but Clarissa could tell that he was lying.
“Sounds interesting,” she laughed.
“Eh, maybe,” Skull shrugged, “So how long have you worked at the coffee shop?”
“For about three years now. I worked there part time in high school and then switched to full time when I graduated last year,” Clarissa said.
“Do you like it?” Skull asked.
“Weird question, but yeah I do,” Clarissa said, “Where do you work?”
“That’s a complicated question, because I don’t, not really. I’m going to college and stuff, but I’m living on grant money,” Skull said.
“What are you majoring in?” she asked.
“Does it matter?” Skull shrugged.
“I guess not,” Clarissa frowned.
“What about you? Are you going to school?” he asked.
“I might next semester if I can save up enough money,” Clarissa nodded.
“You couldn’t get a grant?” Skull asked.
“No,” Clarissa shook her head, “My parents fall in that weird income bracket, meaning they don’t make enough money to send me to college, but they make too much money for me to get a grant. So basically, the middle-class-screw-you bracket.”
“You’re spunkier than I thought,” Skull laughed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Clarissa asked.
“Nothing, Bookworm, nothing at all,” Skull said.
“Why do you call me that?” she asked. The nickname was getting old quick.
“Because you always have a book in your purse,” Skull
laughed.
“How do you know that?” Clarissa asked and arched a brow. Had he been spying on her?
“I can see the outline of its spine,” Skull laughed.
“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” Clarissa giggled.
“Nope, you just asked one, it’s my turn,” Skull said.
“That one doesn’t count. It just was to make sure you weren’t some sort of creepy stalker,” Clarissa said, “So I should get another one.”
“Go ahead, Bookworm, you can ask me whatever you like,” Skull said.