Chapter 7

I try to stay as far away from Noah as possible which is pretty difficult considering I have almost all of my classes with him. I am avoiding him for two reasons, firstly I think he's moving way too fast, and secondly he's got quite a reputation for being, well, a manwhore, and that is something that I do not want to get involved in. I respect myself and I intend to keep it that way.

Noah apparently has other plans since he hasn't left me alone for a second since Spanish class. It's been getting a little ridiculous. All this effort after one kiss, it's a little overwhelming, and since I'm too much of a coward to say anything, I continue to make lame excuses throughout the course of the day.

Noah is relentless and finally he finds the perfect way to get me alone with him. "Hey Hummel," he class to Kurt as he wraps an arm around my waist, "I'll drive her home again, we seriously need to work on our Spanish project, it's due in three days."

Kurt smirks at me as he nods and let's Noah finally win. "Let's get to work," I suggest leading to the library.

He laughs quite like the last time, "How many times are you going to assume that I'm serious about this project."

"Well I'm serious," I roll my eyes, "I don't want to fail this project so, let's get moving on it, or I will refuse to speak with you."

Noah sighs as he grudgingly agrees, "So do you want to go back to my place to so this little project?"

"No!" I say a little too fast, I start to blush, "I mean I'd rather do this at the library, we'll have more references there."

He shrugs, "I have a laptop, and we can talk there, besides I have to babysit and my mom is at work."

"Babysit?" I raise my eyebrows.

He smirks, "Younger sister, and she'll be in her room playing with her dolls the whole time anyway."

"Fine," I say grudgingly, "we can do the assignment at your house."

Noah snakes his arm around my waist as he pulls me over to his car and he opens the door for me, he really is persistent. Once we're in his car he leans in to kiss me, and I hop out of the car. I start walking towards the school getting my phone out to call Kurt, when Noah runs up to me. "Scarlet, I'm sorry, I just can't get you out of my head."

I look away from him, as he sighs, "Let me take you home, we'll work on the project another time, it's just, I don't really know how these relationships are supposed to work, mine are usually all about the sex."

My head shoots to look at him, disgustedly, "Get away from me you perv!"

"Hey!" He snaps, "you're the only girl who's been a challenge for me, and I'll be honest I'm not looking for sex."

I roll my eyes, "Is that what you tell all your one night stands?"

He groans, "You're not just a one night stand, you're different from everyone here, you're not impressed with my badassness or my Mohawk, or the fact that I'm on the football team, and it's weird for me, but I kind of like it."

I look at him quizzically, "You like the fact that I dislike you immensely? Also, badassness isn't even a word."

"Not exactly," Noah admits, "but I like that you're not taken in by my charm, you're deeper than that, and I like that you care about your friends no matter how hot I am, and I think that badassness should be added to the dictionary, thank you very much, it's a healthy word."

I shake my head, "Look, I want to take things slow, very slow, and if you can't handle that than it's not going to work out . . . ever."

He looks down, "Let me drive you home, I'm not going to let you walk home by yourself, I promise I won't try anything this time."

"Fine," I agree only because I'm not quite sure how long it will take to get to Kurt's by walking, at least that's what I keep telling myself.