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After the third time I get hit with the ball, I call it quits and hide out in the ramada. Edward joins me soon after for a water break. He sits beside me on the table and bumps my shoulder. “Why aren’t you playin’? he asks.
“I’m done getting hit in the face with balls.”
“Okay, I . . .” He tilts his head and smiles wide. “I’m not even gonna touch that one.”
“Good for you, Edward. Growing up finally, I see.”
“You wish,” he says.
And that I can’t let go. “Hardly.”
“Aw, you do love me, ball girl.”
“Whatever.”
We sit in silence, watching the others mess around in between games. Emmett throws Rose over his shoulder and takes off running. It reminds me of Edward immediately, and I wonder if he’ll ever throw me around the way he does all his girls.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask, chewing on my fingers.
With his lips around the water bottle, he simply raises his brow.
“You said ‘that was different’ when I mentioned you kissing Jessica in front of me while you were dating. What does that mean? How was it different?”
“You wanna talk about this now?” he asks, pointing to our friends.
I think on it for a second but worry I won’t have to courage to ask again, so I say, “Why not?” to make him feel like a chicken.
I'm glad that they're getting along. It's slow and steady that wins the race.
ReplyDeleteAnd the poem from '10 Things I Hate About You'? One of my top 10 movies.
Excited for the next chapter.
The boy who took me to see 10 Things I Hate About You is my real life DirtyFlirtWard. Crazy, huh? I love that stupid movie!
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