“Go out with me.”
My glared turned into a look of shock and confusion. Wow. Uh…I did not see that coming. Usually when someone has the balls to interrupt me when I’m reading, they usually ask me for the answers to the previous night’s homework or to ask if we even had homework or to just freaking chit chat with me even though they clearly see the open book in my damn hands.
But to ask me; the never had a boyfriend that wasn’t fictional bookworm, to go on a date with them or be their girlfriend (since he didn’t specify I don’t know which one he meant). I would have to say that was indeed a first.
I stared like a complete dumbass at the guy who asked such a straight forward yet oh so mind boggling question.
Cain Leighton, that’s the guy’s name.
He has the whole tall, dark, and handsome appearance that you rarely see in freaking high school with his dark charcoal hair, handsome facial features, chocolate colored eyes, long sooty eyelashes (dammit, why do men have longer lashes than women?), a manly six foot three height that towered over my five foot five, and last but certainly not least his sharp and muscular bodily structure.
…Damn, he’s like a real life book boyfriend (in appearances) like Landon Lucas Maxfield or Travis Maddox.
Or maybe…just maybe…like Daemon Black.
I think what’s stopping him from becoming those ‘most popular boy in school’ kind of guy is his personality. Now, I must have talked to this guy a good handful of times; at parties(that I reluctantly went to), in class during an icebreaker, at class meetings, the works. But even a bookworm like me can tell that this guy was kinda weird…in a good way I mean. There are moments that he’s as cool as a cucumber loner and nothing can faze him and then other times no one has any idea what the hell he’s talking about and that tends to freak people out.
So he’s the kind of weird that won’t win him homecoming king, but the kind of weird that makes him able to make friends with almost anybody.
“…Crap I think I broke her.” Cain muttered to himself, which successfully brought me out of whatever twilight zone my mind entered and respond to him.
Hey, I said able to respond. Not able to respond coherently. He let out a light chuckle and kneeled in front of my desk with his arms spread out on top of it. I held my open book to my chest making sure I kept the right page and not bend any pages.
“Go. Out. With. Me.” He said slowly. If he didn’t have such a sweet smile on his face I would have hit him in the teeth for talking to me like I had a mental disorder.
“…I heard you…but…do you mean go out with you or go out with you?” I said in a rather hesitant tone. I highly doubt he understood the different meanings I was implying. Cain gave me a good calculating stare before he just snorted a laugh.
“Okay, I don’t know what you meant by saying ‘go out with you’ twice, but in different tones so I’ll just elaborate.”
Much appreciated senior hot man.
“I want go on dates with you, be considered ‘a thing ’ with you by our peers, go to prom together, hold hands, kiss, meet each other’s parents, and have that some what possible probability of getting married that all young kids nowadays have when entering a relationship.” Cain explained as if he stated one and one is two.
Okay, so he wants me to be his girlfriend…
What the actual fuck? I barely ever talked to this guy and he wants to date me? Granted, whenever I do get the chance to talk to him its always a fun conversation and I can’t help but get kind of giddy when he does talk to me…BUT STILL! I barely know the guy! Hell, I don’t even know how to spell his last name!
Is this a trap?
I’ve read so many books with the plot line of the guy being dared into asking a girl out or making a bet about who can sleep with her first or one of those fake girlfriend schemes. Do those kinds of things happen in real life? I don’t know. But wait, if this is a trick-
Two large hands held the sides of my head as if to prevent it from splitting in half. I looked up to see Cain looking genuinely scared for my and his own safety.
“Jesus Christ man, calm down before your head explodes!”
“Why?” I blurted out. He looked surprised at my question.
“I mean just…why? We’ve never really talked a lot and this is really just out of freaking nowhere! And I haven’t had my morning hot chocolate so everything’s a hell of a lot more confusing than it normally would be so- wait if this is some kind of prank or bet about who can sleep with me or whatever I’ll just tell you now I’m a virgin in every aspect of the word except mentally, so I’ll probably suck in bed so you can just forget that…or wait do you even understand my logic? How old are you? What do you know?”
By now I was just rambling and I honestly couldn’t remember how old he was and I wanted to quote American Dad.
There was a silence that lasted a full minute before I realized what I actually said. My face must have looked like a god dang cherry! Seriously? Did I just blurt out about my virginity and possibly being bad in bed??? I should have just kept my head down and continue to read the genius that is Jennifer L. Armentrout.
Suddenly a low and panty-wetting laugh echoed throughout the classroom. If I looked like a cherry before I must look like my face is on fire now. Cain was laughing at me. He was on the floor laughing at me. He was literally rofling right now. The few students that were in the classroom right now were freaking staring at us probably wondering if Cain finally lost his mind or wondering what’s so funny.
I waited ever so patiently for him to stop laughing because that’s the kind of person I am. When he finally gained control over himself he gave me a smile that persuaded me to forgive him for his unnecessary laughing. And the fact that he told me to go out with him rather than ask me.
Stop trying to earn yourself brownie points!
Cain let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
“So what do I have to do in order for you to believe I’m not tricking you or making a bet and I just honestly want to date you?”
I closed my eyes and placed a finger to my chin in thought.…hmmm…you know what? Yolo.
“Alright, I’ll go out with you…” I finally announced making his expression brighten.
Now he looked like a kicked puppy. I reached for my backpack and searched for the right book to give him, because I wasn’t going to give him the book I was currently reading. That would be madness.
Finally, I pulled out the book I was looking for and handed it to him.
“First, I want you to read this entire book. When you’re done I’ll go out with you. I’ll know if you cheated and looked up sparknotes. This is what you get when you date a nerd, so don’t look so surprised.”
He stared at the book for a moment before looking back up at me.
“Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire…wait is this some kind of girly book like Fault In Our Stars?”
“HEY! That was a great book! And this is in the guy’s point of view so be grateful, but if you think this is too much work feel free to give it back” I say stretching out my hand to get my book back.
A grin stretched across his handsome face and stood up with the book at his side.
“Alright, December Maddox, you got yourself a deal.”