"So, is it a sleepover with Jake or not?" Avery inquires, sipping her tea — pun intended.
I respond, "No, far from it. I spent the last hour of my Friday night escorting a lunatic who seemed hell-bent on self-destruction home." I recount the tale to Avery.
"No way!" She practically shrieks. "I knew I'd made the right choice with him! And using the IV drip as a diversion... you go, girl! Works like a charm to play hard to get."
"Yeah, well, maybe a little too well," I mutter.
Honestly, I hadn't anticipated him actually wanting to walk me home. I thought he'd give up after a few rejections.
"You can say that again," Avery quips, winking. "It's pretty evident he's already into you."
"Whatever," I quickly retort before her thoughts run amok. "So, how was your night with Kalix?"
She lets out that sigh she only does when she's truly content or satisfied.
"Isabelle, it was mind-blowing. Seriously, the best time I've ever had with a guy."
"Really?" I ask, genuinely surprised. "Even better than Preston Walker?"
"Hands down," she asserts.
"Wow... Mind if I give him a spin myself?" I jest, and a pillow is launched at my face, which I place on my lap, chuckling along with Avery, who finds it equally amusing. "Just kidding," I reassure her. "I'm glad you're having fun, Avery. Who would've thought that seven years later, you and Kalix Miller would be getting hot and heavy at a frat party in California?"
"Seriously, though," she says with a smile, "I completely agree. If someone had told me back then, I would've gone all P!nk and punched them."
"You can say that again," I tease.
"So, what's on your agenda today?" she asks.
"I have to at least start that mini-essay due for Wright. Plus, I've got a reading assignment for Philosophy due by midnight tonight, and a film analysis for Cinema. So, today is pretty much a study day. What about you?"
"My mentor already wants to meet to discuss my plans for the end-of-semester winter showcase. The winner gets two paid tickets to Paris during the first week of winter break. Can you believe that?"
"You're kidding."
"Not in the least," she assures me. "So, if I want to beat those guys, I'll have to be at the top of my game."
"Wait, did you just say 'us'? You want me to go on that trip with you?"
Avery looks at me and exclaims, "Really, bitch?" before setting her tea on her nightstand.
"I hope this time it's you who's joking around. You're my favorite wingwoman, after all! Who else would I take to France to ogle hot French girls and devour croissants? Unless, of course, you already have your own French paramour by the end of the semester." I raise my eyebrows at her, and she retaliates by tossing a pillow my way. Avery will be heading to her meeting shortly, while I work diligently to complete my assignments before my evening shift.
Always be clear about your intentions when you take on a challenge. Know your goal and your plan to achieve it, but be ready to adapt because things can change in an instant.
I had a goal: to prove my theory that Max Blackwell and Blackwell wouldn't become a couple by the end of the semester. I was determined to do whatever it took to demonstrate that such a relationship wouldn't happen due to my commitment issues.
I also had a plan: I'd make myself appear hard to get, and if Max didn't give up, I'd do something about it. I believed I was making good progress, but now that circumstances have shifted, what's next? What do I do now that my subject seems elusive, or worse, actively avoiding me? My theory is getting murkier.
Let me backtrack as we return to the past:
I entered this week with the hope that my strategy would pique Max's interest and that my avoidance of him in our shared classes, the only place I've seen him, would bruise his ego further. However, it's been a whole week since last Saturday night, and the only result so far is that his mouth seems to be quite preoccupied with smooching different girls during our classes.
"Attendance, duh!" My inner voice reminds me. "Oh, right."
So, that's the scoop. Blackwell and I have tried to steer clear of each other all week. I know why I'm doing it, but what's his deal?
As I exit my Philosophy class and head to my next one, I shake off the question. Why does it even matter? If he doesn't make an effort by the end of the semester, it's game over, right? I can move on with my life and finally confide in Avery about what I said.
Oh, boy.
"Whoa! My bad. You alright?"
I glance at the guy I accidentally bumped into when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He's actually kind of good-looking, covered in tattoos, and sports the most impressive eyebrows I've ever seen. Despite the semester being just a few weeks old, I've never spotted him in this building, let alone this class.
"Careful there," he says, gently ushering me aside to allow others to pass. "Wouldn't want you getting hurt again."
He grins at me, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. Why do college guys with tattoos always seem to have teeth as white as pearls?
"Sure," I reply, turning back to our conversation. "My bad. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."
"No worries. I'm just sorry about your nice top."
"Excuse me?" I inquire, somewhat baffled, and he gestures toward my shirt.
I look down and discover a sizable coffee stain matching the iced coffee I had in hand. Upon inspecting my cup, I notice that roughly a third of my coffee has vanished.
Oh, great. Seriously?
I mutter, "Ah, whatever," with a nonchalant shrug, though I'm mildly annoyed. "It was probably too cold to drink by now, anyhow."
He chuckles at my remark and offers to cover the dry cleaning cost.
"Don't sweat it," he insists.
"It's not the first time this has happened," I confess, shamelessly. "Let's just say I know a few quick fixes."
"At least let me buy you another coffee sometime. After all, you did bump into me."
"Thanks, but it's not a big deal."
"How about a chocolate croissant on the side?" He adds with a playful smile.
"Alright then..." I pause to get his name.
"Ryan," he supplies, extending his hand for a handshake. I oblige.
"Well, Ryan, I'm sure we can figure something out." He beams, and it's a smile that could win awards.
"And you are?" He reminds me that I haven't introduced myself yet.
"Right," I laugh. "I'm L—"
But before I can complete my introduction, a forceful shoulder slams into me, causing the remainder of my coffee to spill all over Ryan.
"Damn! I'm so—"
"Hey! Watch where you're going next time!" Ryan shouts at the perpetrator, grumbling "damn jerk."
I spin around to identify the culprit but only glimpse a figure clad entirely in gray and black exiting the building.
Hold on... that hoodie, the LA keychain on his backpack zipper...
"Max," I whisper as discreetly as I can.
"You were saying something?" Ryan inquires, and as I turn back, I find him looking at me.
"I'm just relieved the coffee wasn't hot," I lie.
"Well, I'm not really lying since I'm glad he didn't get burned, but that's not what I initially said."
"Right," he responds with an awkward chuckle. "Well, I better change before my next class."
"Guess I'll catch you around," he tells me and departs the building before I can bring up the coffee date.
I continue on to my next class, still sporting my stained shirt. It's unfortunate, but my mind remains fixated on how Max bumped into me without uttering a word just as I was about to reveal my name to Ryan. I mean, I didn't actually expect him to say anything, given his avoidance of me over the past few days, but still, he could have at least said "excuse me" or something. Perhaps he really is bipolar.
"Isabella, do you mind hanging onto the keys when you lock up tonight?" Lisa asks as she rummages through her purse for her car keys. "I know you've got an early shift tomorrow, but Deborah and I won't be here until ten. We've got a meeting with our investors.""No problem," I reply."Thanks a million," she says, finally retrieving her keys. "Have a good night, and we'll see you in the morning.""See you then," I respond with a smile.Lisa exits the bakery, and with no immediate customer needs to attend to, I take a moment to check my phone for messages. I notice a missed call from Alex and promptly return it, taking a sip of my water as I dial.After two rings, Alex answers with, "Hey, you loser."I play along, teasing him, "Bro, been talking to yourself again? Thought you quit that ages ago," and he chuckles."How's it going, sis? Been meaning to check in on you."I update him, "School, work, same old, same old," before lowering my voice and adding, "challenge.""Wait, did you just
I turn to Avery and inquire, "You sure you don't mind tackling the laundry tonight, G? I can handle it when I get back."With a shirt folded in hand, I finish my thought. Avery lets out a sigh, and I pick up one of her shirts, saying, "After all, isn't the whole point of being your little sister to make your life easier? So, no worries, I'll take care of the laundry.""I don't care what you say, but I'm not letting you give up. It doesn't matter that you haven't spoken to that guy in a month; the semester isn't over yet," Avery insists."You're crazy," I reply, shaking my head."No, I believe in fate and miracles. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm already late for my date," she retorts.I respond with a smile, "Tell Kalix I said hi.""And make sure Connor doesn't sleep in my bed," Avery adds.We share a laugh, and she heads out, leaving me alone until Connor arrives.Indeed, a lot had happened in the past month. Avery and Kalix continued hanging out, still an adorable couple after three w
In a fiery kiss, Max whisks us into his room, slams the door, and locks it. He grabs my waist, lifting me, our lips never parting. I hold tight, fingers entwined in his hair, igniting a throaty groan. Our shoes fly off, we crash onto his bed, him on top.He breaks our scorching kiss, descending to my neck, fingers toying with my shirt's string."How much do you adore this top?" he teases."Go for it," I respond, catching his drift.Without hesitation, he yanks the string, ripping my shirt apart, unveiling my bare breasts. Damn, why's that so arousing?Focus, Isabella. Enjoy, but stay in control.Wet kisses blaze across my chest and down my stomach. Max swiftly unzips my skirt, tossing it aside, his eyes filled with a devilish grin."Do you like what you see?" I ask, raising myself on my elbows.He strips, revealing his well-endowed "friend." Yeah, forgive the silly joke, but it's mind-blowing. Let's focus on Max's reaction instead; it mirrors my astonishment."Too much for you?" Max s
"Look who finally decided to make an appearance," Avery playfully quips, arms crossed and a sly grin as I enter the room. "I hope whoever kept you occupied last night was worth the surprise you gave me.""Good morning to you too, best friend.""Oh, don't 'best friend' me, Isabella Vega," Avery teases, dropping her arms and giving me a playful yet stern look. "You don't spend the night unless the guy was exceptional. And not only did you do that last night, but you're back in the afternoon, even bringing his shirt," she points to Max's t-shirt. "So, who was he? Share the details!"If only she knew..."Can I at least regain my senses?" I counter, enjoying her curiosity. "A cold shower sounds tempting right now."Avery gasps as expected. "You're still in a daze? He must have been quite something!""One of the best," I confess.I couldn't deny that."Alright, no more evading the subject," Avery insists, pulling me over to sit on her bed. "Tell me, do I know this guy?""Oh, you're well-acq
One, two, three minutes passed, and then I felt Max's strong arms pulling me back up to the surface. When we emerged from the water, both of us panting heavily and with him holding me in a bridal-style embrace, Max frantically called my name over and over."Isabella! Isabella, wake up... Damn it, please wake up, Isabella Isabella?" His voice trembles with concern.Only when I sense him hastily carrying me back to shore do I open my eyes, startling him once again. Out of surprise, his hands slip, and he drops me in the shallow water near the shore. I burst into laughter at Max's expense, clearly not sharing his amusement."You were pretending?" He exclaims in disbelief, but I can't stop laughing."Isabella, wake up," I mockingly mimic him between laughs. "Please wake up, Isabella."He maintains his serious demeanor for a few more seconds before a smile finally escapes him. He shakes his head and extends a hand to help me stand. I take it, pushing the strands of hair clinging to my face
"Hey there!" Avery calls out when I enter, shutting the door behind me. "You're back.""In the flesh," I reply with an exaggerated air kiss. "Did you miss me?"Avery momentarily fixes her gaze on me, then shifts her attention to her Netflix account."Nah," she responds nonchalantly, chuckling slightly.I shake my head at her antics and grab a bean bag chair to sit beside her while she selects our first movie for the night."So, who were you with this time?" she inquires as she scrolls through the list of romantic comedies."Jake and Darrell, though not simultaneously," I answer, prompting a snort from her."What am I going to do with you?" Avery sighs, shaking her head. I reach for a piece of popcorn she had prepared earlier and munch on it."Oh, come on, like you're any different," I tease."Hey!" She playfully shoves me, and we both laugh. "I'll have you know that when I'm in a relationship, I'm completely loyal.""Believe me, I know. I just don't know how you manage it."Avery roll
"I can't believe we actually made it," Avery whispers to me as we enter the class at exactly 9:00 am. "I almost regretted doing the whole marathon thing.""Really?" I raise an eyebrow, finding it hard to believe."Keyword 'almost,'" she smirks, fully aware she'd do it all over again given the chance.With a smile and a shake of my head, we head toward our usual row, only to discover that it's completely occupied, as are the seats around us.I'm about to suggest to Avery that we sneak out after signing the attendance sheet and ask someone for notes later when she nudges my arm and nods toward the back row. "There are two seats in the back," she says, her eyes widening with an evil grin spreading across her face. Curious, I raise my head to see what's behind her Cheshire imitation.And when I do, I roll my eyes both at her and at the scene unfolding before me.Just great.Told you destiny had something planned for you today, Buffy chimes in."I take back what I said earlier," Avery rema
"That'll be $8.63, Eddie," I inform Edward, also known as Eddie, as he approaches the counter with six French macaroons.Eddie, a local senior citizen residing just a few streets away from the marketplace, is a cherished customer. He has been a regular visitor ever since Deborah and Lisa first opened one of their numerous branches. His order has always been consistent: six pistachio-flavored French macarons.Without fail, Eddie consistently declares that pistachio-flavored macarons are the finest creations since the debut of Mike and Ikes candies in 1940. This day was no exception."I've been saying it every day, and I'll say it again: pistachio macarons are the best thing since Mike and Ikes hit the scene in 1940," Eddie states, handing over a ten-dollar bill."Eh, Sour Patch Kids hold that distinction for me," I respond with a playful grin as I prepare to give him his change, prompting a light-hearted chuckle from him."Ah, that's right, you're into that sweet and sour stuff," Eddie