Not Like You

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Halloween is soon. What are we doing?" Harlow asks. We were hanging out at Nash's frat house.

"What do we normally do?" Nash asks. The air in the room was awkward with tension. Max has been giving Jet the death glare the whole day. Despite that, he's been sneaking glances at an apathetic Harlow.

"We're not just sitting around this year, getting high," Belle groaned, and for once in my life, I agreed with her.

"Well, it's kinda late to get a costume, so no costume parties, Max said, adjusting his grip on me. I grinned.

"It's not too late. I have connections," Bain and Clove nodded.

"I think a costume party would be fun. Maybe Jet and Nash could get laid," Jet looks awkward, and Nash smiles.

"Sorry, man, I've already gotten laid without your playdates," he grabbed his phone and laid back on the couch.

"Wow. Was it that girl at the dance earlier this month?"

"Maybe,"

"Tell us about her," Nash shakes his head.

"Not yet. Not until I'm sure about her,"

"Buzzkill,"

"Dickhead," they drop it and I sit up a little straighter.

"Well, are we ding the costume thing? It will cost some money, but way less than custom costumes anywhere else," Max sighed.

"I vote no," I glare at him.

"Group vote. All that want costumes raise their hands," Ban, Clove, Harlow, Belle, and I raise our hands.

"Great. tell me what you want," I tease Max. He sighs, but smiles and lays me down so my head is on his lap.

"I already know what I want," Belle said, grabbing her phone from the table next to the chair she is on and typing furiously.

"this," she shows me a picture of a sexy nurse costume and I sigh.

"Alright. Anyone else knows already?" I ask. Clove pipes up.

"Marilyn Monroe. Can she hook me up with that and a wig?" I nod.

"Yes, the wig will cost you extra, though. Any accessories will,"

"That's fine,"

"Alright,"

Conversations tick through our group, but I look out the window at the rain/snow mixture. No snow was sticking to the ground, but it was still snow, which I had a distaste for.

"What are you so concentrated on?" Max whispers in my ear. I shrug and get up.

"I'll be right back," I walk through the familiar hall and end up in the bathroom, a  slight smile on my face.

I used the bathroom and opened the door to see Max leaning on the wall across from me.

"The moment you left, they started questioning me about 'us'. It was weird," I shrugged a faint smile still on my lips.

"What, are you just not gonna talk to me today," I almost laughed, but just jokingly crossed my arms and pursed my lips.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to have to take alternative measures," he said, stepping toward me and tickling me. It was a struggle, but I managed to keep my mouth closed.

"That didn't work either. I guess I'll do option number three," he leans down and kisses me so fast I barely had time to respond.

His hands traveled down the curve of my back and rested above my waits. IMy hands were locked around his neck, slightly peeking in his shirt.