I say goodbye to Eli and head toward the parking lot. I see Bianca standing there leaning against her passenger side door, similar to the situation this morning, but instead I don't think I'll squeeze my way between the two cars until she moves.

She sees me getting closer and says, "My car isn't starting, do you have jumper cables?"

"Hey to you too Bianca," I say, "and no I don't have cables in the car." She doesn't seem to like that answer as a frustrated look crosses her face.

"Great, I guess I'll have to wait till my mom can pick me up," She says, not really directing the comment toward me.

"Just let me give you a ride to my house and we'll grab the jumper cables," I offer.

She just looks at me contemplatively for a second before mumbles, "Okay," and brushes past me to reach the passenger seat of my car. I guess she decided I was harmless.

…..

Bianca's POV

It's probably not smart to be alone with Adam, especially since I've spent half my day thinking about him, but I really didn't want to wait around for my mom. It's nice of Adam to offer to drive me though. Then again, I wouldn't expect anything less, he's nothing if not a gentleman. I notice he's smiling, is he thinking about me? Doubtful. Why would I be on his mind? He's probably thinking about Becky. I wonder what they were talking about after school.

Curiosity gets the best of me, "What are you smiling about?" I ask a little too aggressively.

"What?" he asks, "Oh it's nothing," he quickly recovers.

"It's not nothing, tell me," I say more playfully this time. Oh god, am I flirting?

He smirks, "I'm just thinking about tonight." Does he know I'm coming over tonight?

"What's happening tonight?" I ask innocently.

"Uh some girl is coming over," He says casually like this happens to him all the time.

"What girl?" I ask noticing my tone changed from friendly to jealous.

He glances over at me, probably confused by my sudden change in attitude. I hope he doesn't think I'm bipolar. He continues the conversation, "Her name is Blair. I think she's a senior."

I do my best to suppress a gag. I know Blair, she's a pretend goody two shoe but a slut behind closed doors. Those girls are the worst kind because they're just a bunch of hypocrites who can't get off their high horses.

He notices my disapproval, "What? Is she bad news?" Adam asks.

"She's a slut," Is all I say back.

He just shrugs, "No worries, not like I'm trying to wife her up or anything." This is a different Adam. I've never known him to be a no-strings-attached kind of guy. I always pictured him as a hopeless romantic, maybe all this attention has gone to his head.

"So what? You're just going to hit it and quit it?" I ask in disbelief.

"Maybe, I haven't really thought about it," He answers casually. He doesn't seem bothered at all that he's sounding like a player.

We don't talk for the rest of the drive, I don't need to hear more about Adam's potential conquests.

…..

Adam's POV

I figured I'd try out Dave's "play hard to get" advice on Bianca. Not that I like her or anything, I just know I need the practice now that I have all these girls coming after me. It wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be, it's all about playing it cool. The key to confidence is indifference.

I think it might have worked too, I mean, she was asking a lot of questions like she was interested in my love life or something.

We pull up to my house and I park in the driveway. As we reach the front door I slide in front of Bianca to open the door for her. She hesitates for a second, but walks in anyway.

"I'll go grab the cables," I say heading off toward the direction of the garage.

"Don't worry about it," Bianca says quickly, "Uh, I mean Drew can help me when he gets home."

"Alright," I shrug, "I guess you can just chill downstairs," I say heading upstairs toward my bedroom.

"Wait, aren't you going to hang out with me?" She asks with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Nah, I need to tidy up my room for Blair," I say suggestively winking at her.

She laughs at that, "You really think you're going to get that lucky?" She says teasingly.

"Better to be safe than sorry," I tease back and finish climbing the stairs to my bedroom.

Alright its 3:44, I have over an hour to get things ready. I make my bed, pick up the stray clothes all over my room and put them into the hamper, and throw away all the empty pop cans in my room. Looks better already, much better.

I glance at the clock again, 4:12. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and gel my hair. Next, I walk straight into my closet. I put on my binder, slide on a black wife beater over it, and pull on black boxers. I grab a button up shirt and blue jeans and walk out of my closet laying the outfit on the bed.

"Is that really what you're going to wear?" I jump at the sound of Bianca's voice. I turn around and see her standing in the doorway.

"Aren't you supposed to be downstairs?" I ask slightly irritated from being surprised.

She shrugs, "I got bored." She walks over to the outfit I laid on my bed and picks up the shirt and shakes her head disapprovingly, "No, gross. Burn this." I thought it was a nice plaid button up, since when did Bianca become a fashion expert? She walks into my closet and comes back with a red V-neck and a white T-shirt. "Put this on," She says holding up the white shirt to me.

"I can dress myself," I say while putting on the white shirt she suggested.

"I can dress you better," She retorts, "Now this," She says handing me the red V-neck. I slide that shirt over the white one.

I move to put on my jeans but she stops me, "Nope," She says grabbing the jeans out of my hands and walks back into my closet. It takes her a minute but she comes out holding black jeans and a pair of white Vans. She just hands them to me without saying anything.

I struggle trying to get dressed in front of her. She's literally just watching me as I slide into these jeans and tie my shoes, her
gaze makes it hard to focus on the task at hand.

"Better?" I ask, taking a quick spin so she can get a look at the complete outfit.

"Much," She says back. She's standing closer than I realized. With her only a step away from me I can smell the vanilla perfume again. She has a triumphant smile on her face, clearly pleased from dressing me to her liking.

She's about to say something before she gets interrupted by the doorbell. I take a quick glance at the clock and see that it's only 4:43.

"Must be Blair," I say brushing past her.