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8. Talking, Talking, and More Talking

I looked in the direction of my mom and dad’s room, and rolled my eyes. If she doesn’t come out now, she won’t have time to eat lunch, I think to myself. I stuck my spoon into my bowl of ice cream and put it into my mouth, trying to actually chew it to make it go down faster. And then I heard the doorbell ring.

“Cassia, honey, can you get that?” I shake my head, before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth while getting up and going to the door, taking the bowl with me. I opened the door without thinking about it, and my eyes went wide. Eli chuckles, hands in his pockets, as he walks into my house. He wraps his fingers around the spoon and pulls it out of my mouth.

“I’m not going to ask, considering that I can see you’re enjoying it,” he hits my nose with it gently. “You look cute, by the way,” he says smoothly. I blinked, looking down at my bland clothes, and turned around as he walked past me. I was about to say something, but my dog came running in. “Oh, hi!” Eli exclaims at Jack, who had jumped on him. I scratch the back of my head.

“Sorry about that,” I say to Eli, “Jack, get down. He knows not to do that.” I try to pull Jack off of Eli, and Eli shakes his head smiling.

“No, no, he’s fine,” Eli tells me, getting on all fours. He starts rubbing Jack behind his ears, smiling up at me. “I love dogs.” I nod my head, smiling at him. I turn back into the kitchen, knowing that Eli was following me. “C’mon, Jack!” I turn to face him, leaning on the counter as Eli leans on the side of the fridge.

“What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have school?” I asked him, looking skeptical no doubt. Surprisingly, it was my mom who answered my question instead of Eli.

“He’s picking you up!” my mom says, walking into the kitchen. “He said that he would to save us money and gas, isn’t he the sweetest?” she smiled, patting him on the cheek lovingly. Eli smiled down at her, then smirked up at me. I shook my head.

“What about school, Eli?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’ll miss class.” He chuckles, shaking his head before answering.

“Thank you, Cass, for being so considerate, but I get out for lunch at eleven forty-five. So, I will leave right before, and get here at twelve fifteen so that I can pick you up and we can have lunch before I drop you off at the church for Chemistry.” I am still looking at him skeptically, and he knows what I’m thinking. Eli groans.

“What about after lunch classes?” I mention. “Won’t you be late for those?”

“No, my school is only minutes away from the church, and I get a free period off because I’m a senior. Now,” he says, putting his hand to his chin as if he was actually thinking. “I could take off my class right after lunch, but my last class is from two to three. So, I’ll take my last class off, and be there thirty minutes early to pick you up.” I look at him, scoffing, and Eli grins at me.

“You must have had a lot of practice before me,” I say, putting the bowl in the sink. Eli laughs.

“Nope, I’m happy to say that it comes naturally. Now get your things, I’m hungry.”

“Don’t be late,” I joke as I was getting out of the car. Eli leans across both seats and smiles at me.

“Not even if the world was ending,” he replies, and I shake my head and close the door. I look up, and see the girls waiting for me. They all had their hands to their mouths, bouncing on the balls of their feet.

“Not now, girls, I have class,” I say walking past them.

“But you have to tell us!” It was after my class ended, and I was trapped in the middle of a circle of girls, my girls, who wanted to know exactly what happened Saturday. “How was the date?”