A Game Called Love

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Chapter 2

Lunch time was always my favourite part of the school day. But now that I was being bombarded with questions from Alyssa and Mason, I might rethink my favourite time of school.

"Liam and Emma know his parents?"

"He actually had dinner at your house last night?"

"He told them about the kiss?"

My two best friends were taking turns asking questions, not even waiting for a reply before they asked another. I'd just told them about the events of last night and they weren't being calm about it at all.

"This is kinda perfect. If his parents know your family, chances are you'll see him again outside of school. You can bond over your families knowing each other and then fall in love and live happily ever after." Alyssa thought aloud, finally putting an end to all the questions.

I nodded in agreement and Mason made a disgusted face.

"Do you really want to fall for that guy? You can do so much better Jenny." He said, and something in his warm brown eyes was off. They were guarded, which was strange because he's always so open about what he thought and how he was feeling.

I shrugged, "He's really good looking, and British. What more could I want?"

Alyssa nodded along in agreement but Mason didn't look convinced.

"You should want a nice guy that cares about you. Looks aren't everything. I just don't think this game is a good idea, someone's going to get hurt."

Why was Mason raining on my parade? He's usually the one to talk me into doing stupid things, not talking me out of them!

Before I could reply someone interrupted.

"Hey Jenny, I have fifty bucks on you winning the game. Don't let me down." A football player, I think his name was Paul, said as he walked up to the table.

The guy beside him, Jeremy, playfully shoved him, "Don't give her any encouragement! I have seventy bucks on her losing."

My jaw dropped, people are making bets on if I can win the Three Kisses game or not?

"She doesn't plan on losing." Alyssa thankful spoke for me. I was too shocked to say anything.

The two guys just shrugged and walked away, and I turned my shocked face to Alyssa and Mason.

"This really isn't a good idea." Mason repeated, shaking his head in disapproval, causing his curly blonde hair to fall over his eyes.

"It's too late to quit now, everyone's expecting this to play out." Alyssa pointed out, stabbing at her salad as she spoke.

She's right, I can't give up now. I just wish I had the support of both of my best friends, not just one.

"I need to make progress." I spoke up, gesturing in Jacob's direction as an idea ran through my head. If I go sit with him for the rest of lunch I'll start to create a friendship, and that's at least a start.

"I'll see you guys later." I called over my shoulder as I made my way over to Jacob, who was sitting in the same spot as yesterday, all alone again.

"Hey." I greeted as I plopped down in the chair across from him.

He looked up in surprise but a cocky smirk fell onto his face when he recognized who I was. I briefly wished I could see him smile for real, but I pushed the thought away quickly, focusing on the task at hand.

"Hey Jenny." He greeted back, and I loved the way my name sounded coming out of his mouth.

"I thought you might like a friend to sit with." I told him, fiddling with the strap on my backpack as I spoke. What if he doesn't want me sitting here? That would be so embarrassing.

His smirk widened, "You just couldn't get enough of me huh?"

I gaped at him, "Th-that's not- I'm not!" I couldn't even string a sentence together and I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I wished the ground would magically swallow me up.

He let out a hearty laugh, clearly amused with my reaction, and then a real smile rested on his lips. It took my breath away, his smile was even more beautiful than I could've imagined.

"You blush so easily, it's cute."

At his comment my face heated up even more, I probably looked like a tomato, and he was just sitting there all calm and collected. Jerk.

"You're making it impossibly hard to be your friend." I complained, finally pulling myself together enough to actually speak.

He raised a challenging eyebrow, "Friends don't usually kiss friends."

He got me there, what am I suppose to say to that? I wracked my brain for a witty reply but I came up completely blank. Thankfully the bell rang and saved me from further humiliation.

"See you last period." Was my farewell, and without waiting for a reply I hightailed it out of the cafeteria. Would it kill me to be a little more smooth? Apparently.


In the final class of the day I took the seat beside Jacob. We were kind of friends, it shouldn't be weird for me to sit beside him, right?

I hope he doesn't think I'm obsessed with him or anything, although it really looks that way. I kissed him before I ever even said a word to him, I sat with him at lunch without him inviting me to, and now I'm sitting beside him in class. That all does seem sort of obsessive. This game was turning me into a crazy person.

When I sat down Jacob raised a questioning eyebrow and sent me a smirk but didn't say anything. At least he didn't tease me about it or tell me to sit somewhere else.

"Okay class, today we're going to do a small project, it will be in pairs and I'll even let you choose your own partner. Don't think I'll always be this nice to you guys though." The history teacher, Mrs. McCain started off.

"Hey, want to be my partner?" I asked Jacob when the teacher paused to let every get into pairs before explaining the project.

Usually I wouldn't be this forward, I was normally way too scared of rejection, but at the moment I was just thinking about the game. And maybe I wanted a reason to spend some extra time with him. Maybe.

He gave me a genuine smile, not as big as the one at lunch but still heart stopping nonetheless, "Sure, that would be great."

We both listened as the teacher explained the project; build a family tree and explain the most interesting thing in your family's history. That seemed easy enough, I just didn't understand why it was a partner project when we were both doing individual family trees.

"I can't really do any of this without asking my parents about our family." Jacob muttered, looking the slightest bit annoyed.

I nodded in agreement, why was the teacher giving us the class to work on this project if we didn't even have the information to do any of it?

"What's your class schedule?" I asked, changing the subject. If we can't work we might as well talk, that sure beats sitting in silence for the whole class.

"English, Science, Gym, History. What's yours?" He replied, his annoyance melting away as he spoke.

"Math, Art, Science, History. I'd really hate this semester if it weren't for my art class." I answered, smiling at just the mention of my favourite subject.

His eyebrows raised in interest, "You're an artist? What's your specialty?"

I smiled, "I paint, that's my favourite thing to do. I can draw too but I'd rather paint."

"I'd love to see your work sometimes, maybe you could even paint me." There was a glint of mischief in his eyes and I didn't know weather it excited me or scared me.

The thing is, I don't share my work with just anyone. It's so personal to me, only my closest family and friends see what I work on outside of school.

"I don't know." I said hesitantly, not really open to the idea of showing him my paintings. What if he didn't like them? What if he judged me and made fun of me for them? Do I really want to risk that?

"Oh c'mon love." He persuaded, his eyes going wide as he did his best puppy dog face.

My heart skipped a beat at the term of endearment.

"Love?" I questioned. No one's ever called me that before, I didn't know what to make of it.

He shrugged like it was no big deal, "It's a British thing, now stop changing the subject."

I don't know if I just had this weird trust in him, or my brain wasn't working, but I found myself agreeing to let him see my work.

"Okay, I'll show you, when do you want to see them?"

He was too surprised to reply at first, he really didn't expect me to say yes, but he quickly recovered, "After school?

I nodded, "Sure, I take the bus so I hope you don't mind riding with a bunch of noisy kids that are younger than us."

He laughed, "I have a car, I can drive us both over to your house."

Well now I felt stupid, of course he had a car. Everyone in our grade except for me had a car.

"It's a date." I said, and smirked when I saw the surprise on his face.

Oh Jacob, you're not the only one that can be cocky and flirty, two can play at that game. I thought to myself as I suppressed a laugh. I got him back for how flustered he made me at lunch, and I was very proud of myself.

Game on Jacob Nash.

Game on.

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