She grabs my shirt collar and kisses me again. I suck on her tongue and she melts against me. Her teeth graze my bottom lip hinting at so much more to follow.
“Friends don’t kiss like that,” I tease her.
“They do now,” she says biting her lip.
I shake my head and start to argue but she doesn’t give me a chance.
“Let’s get going.” She releases me and jogs ahead of me giggling.
And of course, I run after her giving into the chase. I’m already whipped it seems.
Chapter 16
Amaya
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kay, yeah, I was totally jealous. I’ve seen Samantha around a lot, and I can’t even deny she’s absolutely beautiful. If only she was a beautiful person on the inside, well, she’d be the perfect package. I only stepped in because Samantha looked ready to blow her head off. And yes, because I was jealous as hell and wanted to put a stop to it.
Maybe I’ll bring her up to Beth next time I see her. Beth seems to scare everyone, and when she’s around no female talks to me, and according to Tate, him either. I don’t know if it’s because everyone knows that Beth can kick their ass, or if she just has a scary vibe.
Kissing Tate, yeah, I don’t know why I did that, but the guy can kiss. Courtney would be proud of me for taking the reins and making a move. Not that I’m going to tell her, she’d just read way too much into it. I was caught up in the moment is all. At least that’s the lie I keep repeating to myself. In time, I might actually believe it.
We walk to the dance hall and see that it’s vacant, so we get to work.
I stare at Tate, and he’s looking at me weird. He has the goofiest smile right now. It’s kind of cute in a lost puppy way.
“What?” I ask.
His smile has turned from cute to creepy stalker.
He scratches the back of his neck.
“Don’t go getting shy on me now,” I persist.
“I need a favor?”
“Depends.” I smirk. “Tate King the almighty football legend needs something from little ol’ me?” I tease.
“I’m serious. I need two something’s actually.” He shoves his hands in his jacket pocket. Is he nervous?
“Okay?” I hedge, baffled but curious.
“My folks want me to bring you to this get together. They want to meet you,” he mumbles abashed.
“Really? Why?” I’m a bit taken aback.
“You can say no.”
“I can? Oh, gee. Thanks for your permission. What’s this other thing you want?” Meeting the parents, yikes. I wasn’t expecting that. I try to hide my shock by asking about this other favor.
“My fraternity is holding a date auction, and I need you to bid on me. I’ll pay whatever the costs. I can’t get stuck with a crazy like last year.”
“What happened last year?”
“Some chick tried to get me to have sex with her.”
“I’m sure that was hard.” Pun intended.