Disclaimer: Lurlene McDaniel owns it all- the plot is mine. Enjoy!
A/N: Before I begin, I would like to apologize to all my readers/ reviewers for the extremely long delay… please forgive me! I was literally bombarded with homework, tests, and from early January until now- FINALS! I hope you guys all understand. Okay- enough with the "sorry"s – read, enjoy, and (of course) REVIEW!
-Love you all… mymagic : )
Sitting by her desk, lost in a sea of papers and books, Leah found herself daydreaming.
I can't deny it, I definitely felt something click between me and him… something I haven't felt the entire summer…something I thought I would never be able to experience again.
Yes, she liked Nathan… but admitting that the feeling was a version of love was too much.
Okay, so we're friends… that's cool. But he's such a kind, good person! If only I can find a single guy just like him…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Leah was forced to abandon her daydream and answer the door.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"It's Jordan. Remember you said that you would help me through Macbeth? Well, I'm ready to fill my brain with your knowledge. Open up!"
"Come in! It's open!" Leah cried.
She quickly took a look in the mirror to make sure she looked decent.
Jordan walked in and took a look around. "Whoa- you're pretty organized! If you were to see my place- you'd get a heart attack!"
Leah walked into the room in which he was standing.
"You look nice." said Jordan.
"Thank you," said Leah
"You're also really pretty, did anyone ever tell you that?" asked Jordan.
"I'm sure I am, with my T-shirt and jeans!" said Leah, feeling her cheeks as well as her neck heat up.
"No, I mean it." said Jordan.
"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment" said Leah.
Does he like me? Or is that just a friendly compliment? thought Leah.
"About your room- don't you think that you're implying negative qualities that you posses?" said Leah.
"That I'm a slob… nah! Isn't that ironic! You'd think that it would be me, from the way I said it- but it's actually my roommate. Speaking of which, do you have one?" Jordan asked.
"I was supposed to, but they told me that because of a certain medical problem, she couldn't attend the college this semester. I think they'll get me somebody to replace her." Leah replied.
"That's great. At least you get to have a clean place. I told you- my roommate is a slob. He doesn't move. I told him to clean up after himself…let's see… at least a million times. I personally think that if the garbage that surrounds him were to belly dance in front of him- he wouldn't notice."
Leah laughed. "Why don't you belly dance? The guy would get so frightened that he would do anything to make you stop,"
"I'll try that," Jordan said, laughing, "maybe it'll work!"
"Okay," said Leah, "down to business. "Do you know any underlying literary terms in Macbeth?"
"Also, you can detect a reversal of roles- because Macbeth is sort of a "chicken" and his wife is the ambitious one. She urges him to do what he does, for example- killing Duncan- and Macbeth is the one who is freaked out about doing anything." Leah finished explaining.
"Is that all?" asked Jordan.
"What do you mean?" asked a confused Leah.
"I thought it would be a lot more complicated… but you make it seem so simple!"
"Thank you." said Leah.
"I'll also make sure to try the belly dance- maybe Ty will finally get a hint." Jordan said, standing up.
"I was just joking around- don't belly dance!" exclaimed Leah.
"And why shouldn't I? Are you saying that I can't belly dance?" asked Jordan; "'cause if you are- I can definitely do it better than anyone in this school," stated Jordan, puffing out his chest and folding his arms.
"Oh, really?" said Leah.
"Really." Jordan retorted. He then stood up straight and began to move his hips in a wide circle (A/N: try to imagine a guy you know dancing- belly dancing. Hee hee!)
"Am… am.. " Leah tried to speak while laughing. "Am I allowed to… to… comment on that?" inquired Leah,
"Go ahead," said Jordan, while performing his "belly dance" for Leah.
"Never, ever belly dance in front of an audience." Leah said, after regaining her composure.
"Why?" Jordan asked.
"I think you'll kill everybody," Leah answered.
"I don't get that and I won't ask." Jordan said.
"You almost killed me."
"You're too good- I won't kill you."
Jordan proceeded to make wider circles with his hips.
"You can stop now, you know," said Leah, again laughing.
Jordan continued to widen the circle and also began to do a mock- tap dance.
"Stop! Stop!" exclaimed Leah, laughing.
"Whoa!" yelled Jordan.
Jordan fell over, on top of Leah, who was laying on the couch, doubled over in laughter.
He was situated above Leah. She slowly stopped laughing and looked at him.
Jordan gazed into Leah's eyes and then slowly got off of her.
Leah sat straight, looked at Jordan, and smiled.
"Sorry about that," Jordan said apologetically.
"It's okay," said Leah.
"One more question." said Jordan.
"Go ahead," Leah said, yawning.
"You know that Caitlin's having a party in two days, celebrating her birthday, right?"
"Yeah, I know," answered Leah.
"Are you going with anyone?"
"No, I'm not."
"Do you want to escort me to her party?" asked Jordan, using a British accent.
Leah was taken aback.
"Why, I would be delighted to," Leah responded, also using a British accent.
"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," Jordan said.
"No, I want to," said Leah.
Jordan looked at her and smiled. "Good,"he got up and stretched.
Leah stood up and faced him. "Well, it was nice studying with you…and I'll be waiting for you in two days."
"Okay."
Jordan opened the door and stepped outside.
Leah followed him. "Good night," she said and smiled.
"Good night," he said. He kissed her on the cheek, gave Leah one last smile and left.
So much for "liking him like a brother", Leah thought, I like Jordan