"Okay you've been awfully peppier than usual lately and it's starting to scare me." The girl frowns watching her dorm mate sift through her wardrobe while humming an unknown tune.

Evelyn twirls around and skips up to her friend and smiles innocently.

"Don't know whatcha talkin' bout."

The girl rolls her eyes and places her hands on either of Evelyn's shoulder to stop her prancing. She was getting a headache."

"Evelyn. This is your friend, Deja you're talking to, not Tommy from dumbville, I'm not stupid. You're happier than usual. That says a lot." Deja releases Evelyn's shoulders. "Now spit it out."

Evelyn sighs and turns around to sit in the desk chair. It has been a stressful week of preparing for the final two weeks of her spring semester. She has been deep in her books for most of the week and only saw her friends a few times while jogging through the campus to get to her next class.

She hadn't seen much of George either, she emailed him a customized study guide for Organic Chemistry and even proofread his essay for his humanities class. Other than that, since that wonderful evening in the gym parking lot, she hasn't seen the sexy asshole.

Therefore, when George sent her a text three hours ago asking her if she could take an hour out of her day to see him, she was more than glad to send him a quick, yes. This isn't necessarily what has her so giddy today, though.

She is giddy because George promised her a surprise that she would love and even promised to grab her favorite grub if she still agreed to come with him. Evelyn loves surprises and especially loves free food, so she has been on cloud nine as of late and the sexy asshole was the reason.

"I'm going to finally get a study break," Evelyn announces.

Deja nodded her head slowly, waiting for more. Evelyn was not offering more, though. She simply shrugged her shoulders and went back to what she was doing previously - picking out an outfit for her little hour with George.

"Um, okay. Let's try this again." Deja walks up to Evelyn. "Who is he?"

Evelyn turned around and rolled her eyes at her friend.

"Why does it have to be a guy? Why does a guy have to be the reason for my happiness? Hm?"

Deja toots her lips upwards and glances sideways at Evelyn.

"Don't give me that fake feminist bull shit. Who is he?"

Evelyn cracks a smile at her friend and rolls her eyes playfully. Deja resembled a meme she say a week ago on Instagram. She definitely needed to screenshot it and show it to Deja later.

"George Tadeo Mills." She cheeses.

Deja's jaw drops.

"Bitch! Not the fine white boy that you tutor?!" She gasps.

Evelyn giggles and nods.

Deja covers her mouth before slapping her thighs.

"Bitch! He is too mother fucking fine! I knew your little-grown ass was giving ass when y'all were so called studying late. He was teaching you how curiosity kills the cat!" Deja tucks over in laughter. "You's a nasty bitch, but a lucky one."

Evelyn rolls her eyes at the girl. Deja puts the extra in extraordinary. She is too much for her own good. This is also why Evelyn doesn't tell Deja everything.

Why would Deja jumped to the conclusion that Evelyn was sleeping around with George?

Sure they had their moment in the local gym parking lot - a very steamy moment at that - but Evelyn was definitely focused during their study sessions. She takes her education seriously and being with George was not going to change that.

"It's actually not like that at all. You know I have too much morals for that. This is me getting the break I deserve." Evelyn rolls her eyes.

Deja ignores Evelyn's attitude and joins her friend's side with a genuine smile.

"Make sure you put yourself first, always. You started out helping him. That doesn't mean your relationship should start that way too." Deja offers her wisdom.

She had to learn that the hard way with her current boyfriend. He always wanted her to help him with projects or write his papers, he used her being his girlfriend as an excuse to guilt trip her.

She was luckily able to nip that in the bud and mend their relationship, but she will never forget that. She never will. That is why she had to warn Evelyn to not do the same.

Evelyn nods. She knows exactly why Deja told her that and appreciates her advice. She definitely wasn't going for that and made sure George knew it. She cannot see herself going that far for him. He made it this far in college without her and if he ever tried that with her, he would continue without her.

George had picked Evelyn up two hours later. It took her an hour to finalize her outfit and get ready for her hour with George.

She didn't know where he was taking her so she decided on dressing simple. She threw on a thin gray v-neck sweater, dark denim jeans - rolled at the ankles - and a matching pair of off-brand grey vans. She wasn't trying to be fancy, just something simple while the weather was slowly warming up.

Obviously, George was happy either way. He greeted her with a wide smile and complimented her perfume she wore today; Forever by queen Carey herself.

Evelyn was beginning to notice that George was slowly starting to acknowledge the little things about her.

For instance, before they arrived at the local burger join Evelyn loves so much, George pointed out that he liked how she wore her hair in a low puff today instead of her usual high puff. According to George, her low puff "enhances" her facial features.

Evelyn was simply tired of wearing her short kinky hair up. Even though it took her well over twenty minutes to brush down her thin kinks and curls, her resulting sleek low puff is definitely worth it. That and definitely George's compliments as well.

She likes the new attention George is giving her and frankly didn't want it to stop. Even when at the back of her mind, she wondered what this all meant for them.

She wondered where they were in their relationship - thingy. What exactly are they?

Friends?

Boyfriend and girlfriend?

Friends with benefits?

Gym parking lot humping buddies?

Evelyn truly wants to know.

"You okay?" George takes Evelyn's hands in his.

He absolutely loves how well their contrasting complexions mesh together.

Evelyn glances at their hands before returning George's gaze and nodding. She is still getting used to the holding hands thing. Again, she hasn't seen George since their parking lot escapade last week therefore, she wasn't prepared for his new signs of affection.

She still didn't know what any of it meant. He was speaking softly to her, complimenting something about her other than her ass, noticing stuff about her, and now holding her hand.

Evelyn sees signs of a potentially budding relationship, she just wondered if George saw the same.

Nevertheless, she put her mind at rest and followed George into the burger joint. She allowed George to pull out her chair and scoot her in once she was seated. She even allowed him to place their orders.

Yet, she still couldn't stop her brain from over calculating everything. Evelyn is used to knowing and predicting everything and here she was second guessing everything. It is beginning to irritate her and that alone irritated her more. Now she is irritated for being irritated.

"Earth to Evelyn..." George calls, waving his hand in front of Evelyn's face.

Evelyn's eyelashes flutter as she turns her attention onto George.

"What?" She frowns her confusion eating at the back of her brain.

"I'm trying to talk to some girl I like and she keeps spacing out on me." George shrugs. "I don't know what to do about it." He sighs, feigning hurt.

Evelyn rolls her eyes and offers a small smile.

"I'm sure the girl got a lot on her mind."

"But she should tell me, right?" George hints.

"Yeah, she should. But to save the mood, she won't." Evelyn deadpans.

She is not in the mood to talk about the silly little questions racking her brain.

"Now she's being a typical girl and not expressing her feelings." George continues.

Evelyn rolls her eyes now growing irritated once again.

"Maybe she doesn't want to fucking talk about it and the boy should get a clue." She grits.

"Or maybe she should open her beautiful damn mouth and tell me what the fuck is wrong with her." George hisses.

He does not read minds and does not plan to learn the trade either. Evelyn knows how to speak her mind and he hates when she pretends as if she doesn't.

"She said she doesn't feel like talking. What part of that does the boy not get?" She hisses in return.

"All of it actually." George leans forward, ignoring the nosey onlookers. "I'm trying to be romantic and shit and the girl is ruining it. So she better open her big fucking mouth and tell me what the actual fuck is wrong with her." He grits through clenched teeth.

George returns to his seat and feigns a merrier smile for the onlookers. He didn't mean to draw attention to the couple.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to like that?"

George places his clenched fists on the table and rolls his eyes.

"I'm talking to the girl that I'm trying to make my girlfriend. She is honestly pissing me the fuck off right now." He unclenches his fist as the waitress arrives with their food. "Thank you." He forces out.

Evelyn had clamped her mouth shut. She got the answers to all of her questions, but she ruined the surprise for herself. Her and her big thoughts and over analytical brain. Always getting her into trouble.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, dragging her plate closer to her.

George visibly relaxes.

"It's fine. Just don't keep stuff like that from me. Relationships don't work if we're not honest with each other or blunt." He sighs heavily. "Just eat up."

Evelyn nods and the two eat in silence. The silence was awkward until George accidentally spilled ketchup on the restaurant walls. It was one of those old fashioned bottles that needed to be squeezed. George squeezed a little too hard.

He cursed himself while Evelyn shook her head at the man child. He couldn't even keep the walls of a restaurant clean.

That moment allowed the atmosphere to shift into positivity as the two sparked conversation and talked aimlessly about whatever came to mind.

The two enjoyed their meal and eventually left the restaurant on a better note than they had entered.

That moment took twenty minutes and now the two were off to another undisclosed location that George refuses to tell Evelyn about. She didn't mind, though, she loves surprises and is relieved to have another chance at not ruining one.

"Okay so I'm a little rusty at this romantic shit, but I think you'll like this." George pulled the truck to a halt.

Evelyn glanced out into the white blanket covering the grounds. She didn't know what she was looking for but she continued surveying the area until she found a silver eye form one small circle in the middle of the sheet of white.

If she squinted her eyes she could see little flowers sprouting from the white sheet. The flowers were lined up along the perimeter of the silver eye. Evelyn thought it was beautiful, but she still didn't understand.

"Snow and a frozen pond with early spring flowers?" She turned to George.

George had already turned off the ignition and hopped out of the car once Evelyn had turned around. He only caught a fraction of her question, but he knew the overall gist.

Evelyn turned to follow suit, but her door was opened for her. She is greeted by a certain cute asshole with gorgeous eyes. His skin is fresh and pale and Evelyn was beginning to find it adorable. It meant that she could see when he blushes, which George tends to do more often than not these days.

George offers his hand to Evelyn and waits for her to take it before aiding her out of the truck. Once both of her feet are on the slowly melting blanket, George points toward the silver eye and leads the way.

"Again, I suck at this fluffy shit... But I thought this would be a pretty sick idea." He stood them at the edge of the silver eye. "So I had Justin let me borrow these and..."

He pauses retrieving the midnight Nike duffle.

"This is for you. I figured you are a seven, seven in a half?" He passes Evelyn a pair of ice skates. "And I have a size eleven for me."

Evelyn examines the purple ice skates. George guessed her shoe size correctly, and Evelyn didn't know whether to be amazed or creeped out by that fact. Nonetheless, she dropped to her ass and removed her shoes to replace them with the ice skates.

Evelyn honestly has never tried this recreational activity, so she is pretty excited to fall on her ass in front of George. Maybe, if she's lucky, George will catch her like the hunks in the LifeTime movies she and Deja love to watch from time to time.

Once their ice skates were on, the two joined each other side by side and looked at the now much larger pond.

"Justin and Alex swear this pond is stable. But to be honest, I'm not quite sure." George admits, glancing around the park. "It's probably not even meant to be skated on." He returns his gaze onto the pond.

"So my surprise is death by hypothermia?" Evelyn asks sarcastically.

George taps the ice with his right skate, lightly. When it doesn't budge, he puts his full weight on it and turns to Evelyn.

"I think it's fine, come on." He holds his hands out.

Evelyn shakes her head and steps away.

"Hell no. I don't do stupid shit that could possibly end my life." She states. "I truly value living."

George rolls his eyes.

"Stop being a pussyfoot and come on." George sighs.

Evelyn raises an eyebrow at the crazy boy and places a hand on her hip.

"I ain't a pussyfoot for valuing my life. If this is your way of being romantic, this shit sucks." She huffs, turning to walk away.

George carefully steps off of the frozen pond and follows after Evelyn. She hadn't gotten far because she couldn't maneuver very well in the bladed boots, but George still took a while to get to her.

Evelyn eventually gave up walking and plopped into the cold snow. She is already ready to return to her warm dorm room.

"If you come to convince me, the shit will not work. I'm not skating on that." She watches George plop beside her.

"I'm not." He sighs. "This just went better in my head." He finally admits failure.

Evelyn frowns and leans her head on his shoulder.

"I still appreciate this, though. I really do. It was sweet." She tried to soften the blow. "A very dumb idea, but nice try." She giggles as an afterthought.

George chuckles as well, unable to stay glum around Evelyn at the moment.

"I still have a question, though." He announces.

"What's that?"

"A question is a something one--"

"Boy don't play with me. Ask the damn question." Evelyn leans upright to shove him lightly.

George chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender. When Evelyn visibly relaxes he sighs and wraps an arm around her neck.

"Still want to be my girlfriend after this little disaster?"

Evelyn shrugs nonchalantly.

"Don't know, who's asking?"

"Your boyfriend." George smiles and pecks Evelyn's temples.

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