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“That is such a line,” I scoffed.
“Maybe,” he shrugged again. “Guess you’ll just have to give me a chance to prove otherwise.”
“Un huh,” I lifted the straw in my diet soda and slowly sucked, making sure Aaron was watching.
“There’s a little vixen in you yet,” he chuckled.
“There’s a lot you don’t know,” I mumbled just as our food arrived.
We spent the rest of the evening talking about nothing really. Aaron asked about my family, and I managed to deter him multiple times. He offered some info about himself. I learned a little about his brother and his dad, but he didn’t mention his mom once. I knew Emma’s Aunt Avery wasn’t his real mom. She was his stepmom, but he didn’t once mention another mother figure. I kinda wondered if she was in his life, and why he wouldn’t talk about her. I made a mental note to ask Emma, and see what she knew. After all, they were her family too.
When we finished eating, Aaron paid the check, and then led me back out to the cars. “Have a good night,” our server waved her fingers at Aaron as we walked outside. He gave a quick nod, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her.
“What’s that all about?” I turned and looked up at him as we stopped by my mom’s car.
“Nothing,” he muttered. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets and rocked back on his heels. A gust of wind blew causing me to shiver. Aaron rolled his eyes as he shrugged out of his coat. He wrapped it around my shoulders as he shook his head.
“Now you’re going to be cold,” I pulled the coat tighter around my shoulders. It smelled of his cologne and was warm with his body heat.
“Yep, but now you won’t freeze,” he chuckled before blowing on his hands to try and warm them.
We stood there for a few minutes before I decided I better give him his coat back, and go. He looked sexy standing there in his dark jeans and black button up. His sandy brown hair was blowing in the winter breeze, and the cold was making his cheeks rosy. “I better go before you freeze,” I giggled as I moved closer.
I started to slip it off, but he stopped me. “You keep it for the ride home. It’ll give you a reason to let me see you the next time I’m here.”
“Ok,” I smiled as I stuffed my hands in the pockets. I had to admit, it felt good wearing his coat. I really did like him, I was just scared that trusting him would break my heart. I couldn’t be what he wanted. I knew this, but he didn’t.
When my hands slipped deeper in the pockets, I felt something. I thought it might be something he needed so I stopped him. “Wait!” I wrapped my fingers around what I thought was a business card and pulled it out, but what was in my hand was a condom.
My heart sunk as realization registered. “You thought I’d sleep with you tonight. You planned on making me one of your hook ups,” I stammered.
“That’s not it at all,” he shook his head as he held his hand out, trying I’m sure to salvage his story.
I slipped out of his coat and tossed it to him, “I can’t do this. This was a mistake.” I climbed into the car and cranked it up as Aaron banged on the window.
“Don’t do this, Mel. I don’t think you’re a hook up,” his voice was muffled through the glass. “I didn’t even know that was in there.”
I shook my head before I felt the first tear fall. All these years I’d worked so hard to escape dates like these. This was why I didn’t date. All they ever wanted was sex, and I’d always given in, but not anymore. I was a new person now, and no one, not even Aaron Sutter, was going to change that.
Chapter 5
Melinda
I spent most of Sunday in my room studying. I had a huge Bio test later in the week, and Mom had promised me quiet time. Other than a few knocks on my door asking about meals, my phone was the only thing to interrupt me. It started with texts.
Aaron: I don’t think you’re that kinda girl.
Aaron: Can we talk?
Aaron: I’m sorry.
Each time I deleted them. Somewhere in my head I guess I thought, if they weren’t there, they didn’t exist. It didn’t take long for the phone calls to start up. He was persistent, I’d give him that. I hit reject at least ten times throughout the day. When evening finally rolled around, I thought he’d given up. It had been a few hours since his last call, but I was wrong. As I was packing my things for my mom to take me back to school, it started ringing again. I stood there with my bag on my shoulder in the foyer of my parents’ house listening to my ringtone repeat over and over.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Mom’s brow furrowed as she slipped into her coat.
“No,” I shook my head as I hit reject again and stuffed it into my pocket. Within seconds I felt it vibrate, letting me know he’d left a voicemail. Part of me loved the fact that he was being so persistent. It felt good to know that he wasn’t going to give up, but another part of me wondered if it was all because I wasn’t giving in. I was a challenge, and he couldn’t accept that I was blowing him off.
When I arrived back at school, I thanked my mom as per usual and headed into my dorm. Em was usually Skyping with Brock on Sunday nights so I made sure to make lots of noise getting the door open. I’ve never walked in on them doing anything, but I didn’t want to start now.
