So. I decided to write this chapter a totally different way. Enjoy!
*Jeff's P.O.V.*
I couldn't help it. I was nervous, beyond nervous. The hottest guy in school is sitting next to me, driving us to his house. I keep reminding myself that it's just a school project we'll be working on. Nothing else. There is no sparkle in the brunettes eyes when he looks at me. My heart doesn't race when I see him.
What am I doing? I'm not gay. Nick's not gay. I have other things to worry about. My sister, my mom, my grades…. But isn't high school the place where you are trying to find out who you are, where you should take chances. Maybe I should take the chance to find out why I'm obsessing over this dark haired football player.
"Jeff?"
"Wh-what?" Nick laughs. He must have been talking to me this whole time and I hadn't realized it.
"I asked if you wanted have sex?" Nick glance over at me. I didn't hear that right.
"What!?"
Nick raises his eyebrows in confusion, "I asked if you wanted to order pizza?"
We pulled into a drive way that led to a two story house, that resembled mine.
"Sure."
I followed Nick into his house, using his side door. I forced myself to keep my gaze focused on the back of Nick's head, not letting my eyes wonder below the belt.
Nick headed start to a set of stairs, pulling out his phone and dialing.
Nick ordered the pizza, while I looked around.
We arrived in Nick's room. He had a queen size bed with blue covers, a wooden desk and dresser. The theme of the room was defiantly blue. On his wall were photos of him and a bunch of people from school, none of who were also my friends and even considered me likable, in a collage.
Nick dropped on his bed resting his back against his dark cherry wood headboard, his laptop powering up on his lap.
"Join me," he patted the spot next to him.
I didn't trust myself enough to sit by him without reach over and…
I took a sit a little further down the bed.
"0kay, then…" Nick drug out the words for a moment and then flipped on his stomach to face me. He set his laptop right in front of my crisscrossed legs. I almost laughed out loud when I realized I had dream about us being in this same position, only with no laptop in between us and no clothes were on. I cursed myself for thinking about Nick like that.
"I was thinking we could do the project on," he pauses to look up from the screen and smile at me. God, he's beautiful, I thought to myself. "The author John Green."
Wow. "That's a fantastic idea."
I couldn't help myself I flipped myself so I was on my stomach laying next to him. "I love John Green!"
"I know," Nick mumbled. I didn't remember telling him that but I didn't bother to question.
I didn't know what I was expecting. We worked on our project, we ate the whole pizza but one slice, and we lay in the same spots pretty much the whole time. I don't understand why I was disappointed when I gathered my school things together and Nick was standing at his bedroom door with his keys on in his hand.
We're friends. That's it. Maybe he only sees us as school project partner. Oh god, I hope not…
"You're so silly."
Before I knew Nick was by my side, zipping up my book bag the rest of the way. My fingers were shaking too badly to zip it. I'm so stupid. I'm nervous when I know nothing will happen.
"You alright?" His eyes sparkled when he meet my gaze.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I'm fine," I stumbled over my words… because I'm an idiot. I stood up and tossed my book bag over my shoulder. "I'm just… Uh, an idiot."
Nick chuckled, "Yeah, right. I'd fail this project, if it wasn't for you."
I joined him by laughing. I don't think he realize how smart he actually is.
Then we left. We talked all the way to my house about nothing in particular. He dropped me off. We made plans to hang out tomorrow to work on the project, at my house this time. Then he left.
My mom was sleeping on the couch when I got home. I covered her with a bear by blanket and headed for Jessie's room.
"Hi, Jeffie. How was your date?" She giggled. She was lying down, watching Aladdin, and looking sick and fragile as ever.
"It's wasn't a date, Buger," That made her giggle harder until she started coughing. I handed her the cup of water that sat on her nightstand next to her home-hospital bed. She took a few sips, "Whatevvvver! Night, Jeffie." She kissed my cheek. It's hard to leave her side. Any minute, her heart could stop and I just don't know what I'd do…
After I heard soft snoring, I left and got ready for bed. When I fell asleep, my dream was about one very special brunette.