“Ford, this is creepy. Giggling underclassmen girls who swoon when you pass them in the halls is one thing. But this is a whole other level of weird.”
She’s right. I admit that in the past, I enjoyed being the guy all the girls wanted, but that was before Hannah. I cup her cheek, gliding my fingers across her soft skin to help me feel grounded. “What can we do about it?”
“Aubrey and Leah said they had to use their school email addresses to create an account. I think we should talk to my dad and see if there’s any way we can get the website shut down. Look—” Hannah takes her phone from me, scrolling. “People have already posted pictures of us today. Me getting out of your car this morning, the two of us walking through the hall.”
“Sheesh, there’s even a picture of us sitting in history right before class started,” I say, scrolling further down the blog page.
“Girls are getting obsessed, and it’s starting to scare me.”
I’ve never seen Hannah upset like this. I couldn’t care less about the website, but I don’t want them stalking me to get pictures of Hannah and me together.
19. Stupid Calculus
“There’s nothing we can do about it today. We won’t have time after school because of the football game. So let’s plan on talking to your dad tomorrow,” Ford says, cupping a hand around my cheek.
I don’t like it, but he’s right, there’s too much going on today to worry about it. “There’s more. Jack and Tyler have websites as well, but I haven’t looked at them.”
“Okay, I’ll tell the guys about it. We’ll have them talk to your dad with us.”
I just nod.
“I want you to promise me you won’t look at this website again, or the ones about Jack and Tyler.”
“But Ford—” I try to protest, but he brushes his thumb over my lips, silencing me.
“It’s stressing you out. I’ve never seen you this freaked out over something before, and it worries me. You have more important things to think about, like school, dance, cheerleading,”—Ford gets a cocky smile on his face — “and me.”
I push at his chest. “Oh, jeez.”
“She smiled. Ten points for me.” Ford pumps his hand.
“Ten points? That’s a little precipitous.”
“Oh, my gosh.” He rolls his eyes. “Where do you learn all these big words?”
I shrug. “I’m just smart like that.”
Ford runs a hand down his face, laughing. “Yes, you are. Ten points to you.”
“Thank you.”
“But I’m still keeping my ten points.”
“I guess that’s fair. I have been kind of a wreck today.”
Ford pushes me down on the sofa, leaning over me. “Kind of?”
I blow out a breath. “Fine, I’ve been a complete wreck.” I lift my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, and he lets his weight settle over me.
“I haven’t told you thank you for chemistry yet.” Ford nuzzles his nose into my neck. “That meant a lot to me. Thank you for doing it.”
“You’re welcome.” Ford kisses along my neck and up my jaw. He’s about to kiss me when his phone makes a weird beeping noise. “What’s that?”
He sits up, pulls his phone out of his pocket, and taps several times. His mouth tightens, and he grinds his teeth together. That’s not a good sign. “Come on, let’s get some lunch,” he says, standing up and holding his hand out for me.
I get up, and he leads me to the kitchen counter, pulling out a chair. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
Ford walks around the counter, opens the fridge, and pulls out several little baggies of vegetables and a container of veggie dip. “Yes, but you can’t freak out.”
