By the time our hour is up, I manage to understand a few things I didn’t before, and I get some of my classwork done.
“We can work on the next part when we meet up again.”
“So, you’re not going to drop me as a tutee?” I hit him with a killer smile.
He snorts but quickly schools his face. Too late, though, because I heard it. He likes me, and if he doesn't yet, he will. I’m determined to make this adorable, angry kitten my new best friend.
“No, I’ll keep working with you. As long as you keep putting in the work, so will I.”
“Thank you.” My face softens into a genuine smile. “This really does mean a lot to me. In this hour alone, you’ve helped me a ton.”
He won’t meet my eye, but I see the blush on his cheeks. “When would you like to meet again? I’m free Mondays, Thursdays, and Friday afternoons.”
I wince.
“What?” He’s scowling again. “That doesn’t work for you?”
“Mondays and Thursdays do, if it’s after seven. But most Fridays and weekends we have games.”
He says nothing, and for a moment I think he’s going to change his mind and say this isn’t going to work after all.
“Alright. Mondays and Thursdays, here at seven.”
“Really?” My eyes light up.
“Sure.” He shrugs.
“You are the best. Again, thank you so much.” I grab my books and shove them into my bag. “I’ll let you go. I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around here with me,” I chuckle. “I’ll see you Monday.”
I don’t try to shake his hand again, mostly in fear that he might bite it off.
I begin to turn and leave when I hear him speak. “Hey, Cooper.”
“Yeah?” I turn to face him.
“Thanks for the drink,” he says. “You know. From yesterday? The latte. The one you bought me.”
My lip curves up at the side. He’s so damn cute, fumbling with his words. “You’re welcome, Blake. Any time. Later, Latte Boy.” I wave as I take off, a little pep in my step.
Tonight turned out a million times better than I thought it would.
How does one send the universe a thank-you gift? Because it sure as hell deserves one for bringing Blake into my life.
I just spent the last hour with him, and I’m already excited for Monday.
Hope he doesn’t hate football players, because he just got himself one as a bestie. He just doesn't know it yet.
Chapter 4
Blake
Thanks for the drink? Thanks for the fucking drink? God, could I be any more of a loser?
Then I proceed to remind him what kind of drink, as if the man doesn’t already know.
This is why people and I don’t mix. Most people I’m around are judgmental assholes, and the ones I meet who aren’t, I’m socially awkward with.
I like my friends online, where I can think before I speak and not make myself look stupid.
