Friday

The next day I rocked up to school in tight jeans, heels for once and a chambray shirt that wasn’t quite buttoned up at the front. If anyone got close enough to peek inside, they’d see a black lace bra, but that was just for an extra boost of confidence. Some people say that lingerie is pointless and an invention to please men, but honestly it makes women feel empowered.

I wore perfume and even took more time than usual to put my makeup on in the morning. If this was going to be the only time I, I had to make extra sure. If there was one thing Ava hated, it was being strung along. If it was clear that nothing was going to happen, it was better to crush any hopes now.

I entered the classroom to see Ryan already seated and reading his textbook. I walked over slowly, quickly spying the pens and pencils he had placed neatly at the side of his desk. I ‘accidently’ knocked them over with my hand as I passed by.
“Ah crap, sorry Ryan let me get that.” I apologised guiltily, bending down quickly to pick up the pens. Sure I was going to do the usual routine that I do to see if guys are interested, but more than that I needed to see him blush. I don’t know when it started but it was like a nicotine or caffeine craving. And I needed my fix to give me a rush. But when I looked up, the amount of pink in his cheeks seemed the same. Damn the first test didn’t work…

“Thanks Ava.” He said, holding out his hand and smiling at me the way that always made my heart flutter.

“No problem, it was my bad anyway.” I said, running a hand through my hair and flashing him a smile.
I let my fingertips gently graze ticklishly over the palm of his hand as I gave him back his pen.

I tried the eye contact test too, but the way he was staring back so intently caused me to look away. I just don’t get it, his eyes never wandered down like every other guy I’ve ever tested. They just stayed fixed on my face. I guess he’s just interested in being friends…

My motto with guys was always ‘no harm no foul,’ I’d test them to see if they were interested and if they were, well then great. If not, ‘no harm no foul’ and I’d move on real quick.

And Ryan shouldn’t be an exception right? I mean he’s actually not my usual type and it’s clear he isn’t interested. Let’s treat this as an experiment, and the results negative, so logically I should move on and pick a new test subject.

“Ava? Are you ok?” Ryan asked, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Sorry, I just spaced out for a second.” I apologised. Tests officially all failed, I should get back to the real world.

“Oh, hey you’ve got a little eyelash on your cheek.” I laughed, pointing at my own face to show him where.
“Gone?” he asked after rubbing his face once with his sleeve.
“No it’s still there, it’s right under your-“
“now?”
“No it’s actually under your gla-“
“What about now?” he asked, looking all cute and flustered.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself and bring my hand to my face to mask my internal squealing.
“Hold still.” I told him, dumping my stuff at my desk right next to his, and moving close enough that I could have sat down on his lap put my arms around him. But I didn’t. I may or may not have wanted to really badly. But I didn’t. Just sayin’.

He was looking up at me dazedly as I lifted his glasses up and brushed the pad of my thumb over his cheek, but suddenly I felt flushed and self-conscious.

One last test.
Said the little devil on my shoulder.
No, resist! This is too bold.
Argued the angel on my other shoulder.
When have we ever done anything half-assed?
The sly little devil retaliated.
“good point” I thought. Let’s just say that I’m no angel.

“Make a wish,” I said, holding the eyelash on my finger up to him and placing my other hand on his chest.

I could tell he was surprised from the way that his eyes widened a little, and his breathing suddenly became more rapid.

Nevertheless, his lips formed a little ‘O’ and he blew the eyelash away. And in that moment I wanted to kiss those pouting lips more than anything.
“What did you wish for?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you, it won’t come true if I do!” He replied, laughing.
“Pretty please? If you whisper it I’m sure it’ll still come true.” I pleaded, batting my eyelashes and smiling sweetly.
“Nope. My wish needs all the help it can get, I’m not taking any chances.”
“Now see that just makes me want to know even more,” I exclaimed, and boldly sat on his lap.

Placing my hand on his lower abdomen, I whispered in his ear “If you tell me your wish, I’ll give you a kiss…”

“Hahahaha! Ava you are literally the funniest person I know! Always cracking jokes,” Ryan was laughing so hard and I suddenly felt ice cold and embarrassed. I hated embarrassment; it was so unbearable and foreign to me.

OK THAT’S IT. How could he not notice my attempts at seducing the living daylights out of him? Um Hello? I’m pretty damn noticeable and I was turning on my level 8 sexy here! I once winked at a freshman in the hallway with my level 2 sexy and he swooned. Yes actually swooned and was caught by his dorky friend next to him.

Argh! Am I really so pathetic at flirting that I’m being laughed at?! I think I know what guys feel like now; I hate all this wooing business, I’m the one that usually being wooed. Sigh, maybe I should just give it up, once a bad girl always a bad girl and the bad girls never get the good guys.

I groan in frustration, sit back in my seat and slump over my desk as our very late teacher rushes in.
I was actually grateful that we had so much work to do during class that there weren’t any opportunities to talk to Ryan.
How the heck did this even happen, he’s not my type so why am I so attracted to him?  But I have seen that well-toned body beneath his sweaters, and that whole cute innocent lamb thing he’s got going on with his large nerdy glasses makes me want to push him down and have my way with him while he blushes beet-red…

“Miss Crawford, can I please go to the bathroom?” Ryan asks suddenly, the sudden sound of his voice startling me.
“Of course Ryan. Go right ahead.” Said our teacher.

Geez I wonder if I made him so uncomfortable that he wanted to leave…shit ok no more tests. I’d just act like normal from now on. Friends it is then, I guess.

Ryan’s POV

Crap! This is bad, this is really bad. I swear Ava is going to be the death of me. Where the hell did that sudden seduction attack come from? I am currently in a bathroom cubicle with an almost boner after she sat in my lap and whispered in my ear, trying to think of Coach Tate’s sweaty pit stains to shift me back into focus.

Gross, that’s just nasty. 
But just when I think I’ve composed myself, Ava floats back into my mind all over again, and the glimpse of black lace I saw when my disobedient eyes peeked down her shirt. I shivered just thinking about her, and I felt my pants tighten involuntarily once more. She’s so beautiful that my self-control nearly breaks down every minute I’m with her. I felt so guilty for looking, even if it was only for a second, that I concentrated hard on keeping my eyes on hers.
But when she came over to get rid of that eyelash… I can’t handle having her so close to me like just before, I struggled so much not to have pulled her right into my arms and hold her where she belongs.

I feel like such an idiot. When she told me she would kiss me if I told her my wish (it’s pathetic I know but I wished on my eyelash, that Ava might give me a chance), my mind literally went numb and the only thing I could do was laugh hysterically at whatever this whole joke she was playing on me was. At least I think she was playing me…
Come on Ryan, you have to keep telling yourself that this is just the way that Ava acts to everyone, it’s nothing special, you’re nothing special and you can’t let yourself get a big-head just because she said ONCE, that she liked spending time with you. Even if she said she “really’ liked it.

Ava’s out of your league man, get that through your head.

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