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“I’m in,” Cory says.
“Obviously I am too,” I agree.
“Good.” Zach nods. “I’ll talk to her as soon as we’re out of English tomorrow and tell her we want to come over. Boys, this isn’t over yet, and with us working together, I bet you anything we’ll win out in the end.”
“I hope you’re right,” I tell him.
And I mean it. I mean it more than anything.
SEVENTEEN
ZACH
“Just make sure she knows you want all of us to come over today,” Taylor tells me as we part ways after lunch.
“Don’t fuck it up, Zach,” Cory tells me. I give him a look and he smirks.
He knows I’m not going to fuck it up, and I know he’s just messing with me. But I also know that both of them are looking forward to spending time with Tori this afternoon just as much as I am. Even if it’s only been just over a day, we all want to hang out with her, and I know we’re going to be on high alert for the chance to get to talk to her about possibly keeping things the way they are.
“When’s class?” Taylor asks.
“One fifteen to one twenty,” I say. “The professor usually comes in around twenty after, then he starts talking five minutes after that. But you know Tori. She’s going to be there like five or ten minutes early, which means that I’ll have time to catch her before class.”
“Let’s just hope Johnny didn’t ask her out yesterday afternoon or something,” Cory says.
“I was thinking about it, and I figured if he did, she probably would have said something to us, you know?” I reply. “Since we’re all kind of waiting for that to happen, I’d think if it did she would be texting us to know we had succeeded in the mission.”
“I bet you’re right,” Taylor says. “That’s a really good point.”
“Don’t give me hope like that if you’re just being nice,” Cory says. “Ever since we talked about this yesterday, I’ve let myself think a little more than I should about how this could all work out. I know I’m setting myself up for heartbreak if it doesn’t work out the way I’m hoping, but you know what I mean. I just don’t want to stop doing what we’re doing.”
“None of us want to stop doing what we’re doing, genius,” I tell him. “And again, trust me on this. I know what I’m doing. I’m going to walk in there and be waiting for her when she walks in. Or, if she happens to beat me like usual, then I’m going to just walk right up to her and tell her we’re going to come over after class. Fuck the asking shit, I’ll just act like it’s already decided and she better be ready for us.”
“She does like it when we take control that way I’ve noticed,” Taylor says. “Work your charm and your magic, and we’ll see you later this afternoon.”
“Great,” I tell them.
They leave, and I head over to the building for English. It’s the first time in a long time I can remember looking forward to getting to English class, and I’m already looking forward to seeing her after, too. I figure my plan of just walking up to her and telling her we’re going to come over after class is the best way for us to actually do it.
I don’t have any other reason to give her, and if she asks why, I don’t want to flounder or give some bullshit reason, either. If we’re going to talk about moving forward with this as a real relationship, then we are going to have to man up and put out the signals to show her that’s what’s going on.
I walk into class, and I’m glad to see she’s already there.
Not surprised, of course, but happy just the same. She almost never gets there after me, and I made an effort to get to class earlier than normal on my end, too.
I head to my seat and set my things down loudly enough for her to turn and look at me with surprise. She’s clearly startled at first, but her surprise melts into a grin when she sees me, and I take note of how my heartbeat changes in response. There is definitely something more to this than just having sex with her. I have no doubts about that.
“Drop something?” she asks.
“Only my massive dick,” I tell her.
She blushes. “Do you have to say stuff like that in public?”
“Who’s here to hear me? Besides, what’s going to happen? Am I going to make someone jealous with the size of my incredible manhood?” I ask.
She giggles again, and this time puts her hand over her mouth, both to keep her volume down as well as to hide the blush that has rushed to her cheeks. I know she’s not one to draw attention to herself in class, and she’s looking around for any of the other students to come in.
We’re the first two to get to class, but the others are already starting to file in behind us. It’s like a thing with the English kids. Like they can’t stand being late for anything. Much like the theater kids, they are just on time no matter what. I don’t get it, and today I’m rather annoyed with it.