I never wanted girls throwing themselves at me. They don’t even know me. Lily was a surprise the moment I laid eyes on her. She showed genuine interested in me, and I’ve been hooked ever since.
Not hooked enough to keep her though. That’s changing now.
Chapter 22 Lily
I’ve read the same email three times already, and I have no idea what it says. I squeeze my eyes close, open them, and lean in closer to my screen, reading each word out loud like I’m in second grade again.
It’s not sticking. Something something about PTO requests and missing emails and plane tickets already booked. I sigh. I don’t care about this. Seems like the one with the plane tickets needs to win this one on principle. I try to follow the rules, but the girl bought tickets.
I sigh and put my head down on my desk. Every time I close my eyes, I feel the kiss I shared with Javonte. I want to lay down on my couch and just replay it over and over again.
I sit back up and stare at my office door, remembering what his lips and hands felt like on me.
Edie’s face appears in the window of my door. She squints her eyes at me, then comes in. “What the hell is up with you?”
“What? Nothing.”
“No, you were staring into space like you were replaying something good. You found somebody to get up under this weekend?”
I cover my face and laugh. “No! You know I don’t do one-night stands.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Well, you did something.”
She sits down at the chair in front of my desk and slowly closes my laptop. We stare at each other until we both start laughing.
“You ready to talk?”
“I kissed Javonte.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, you already told me that. He painted you like a French girl.”
“Edie!” I squeal. “No, I kissed him at the Vipers Summer Bash on Saturday.”
“Since you’re sitting here all coy and giggly, I think I have to ask what kind of kiss was it?”
“A hot kiss with tongue and touching.”
“Oh.”
I cover my face again. “Something just came over me after he politely checked Tank’s girlfriend when she called me his little painter girl.”
“Little what?”
I nod. “Exactly. She’s got some kind of problem with me. But he defended me...”
“And it made your panties drippy?”
“Edie.”
“Did it?”
“A little.”
We laugh with our whole bodies, slapping our legs and throwing our heads back.
“Whew, I needed that laugh,” Edie says, wiping tears from her eyes. “I’m so tired of dealing with everyone’s pettiness.”
I roll my eyes and nod. “Me too. This mediation is about PTO. The girl already got plane tickets.”
