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May 21, 2005
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"You have feelings for me?" He's standing again, looking down into my eyes.
Crap. Why did I say that?
"Uh, yeah..." I cup my hand lightly over my face, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I think I should probably leave now."
I can't stay here and wait for the humiliation. I need to leave. His room is suffocating me.
"Uh, no." His brows draw together in confusion. "You definitely shouldn't leave."
"And why is that?" Here it comes. Whatever reason he has to do this cruel prank.
"Because I want you to stay." He tries to wrap his arms around me, but I press my hands on his chest to keep distance between us.
Figuratively and literally.
"So the humiliation can come in the morning? No, thanks." Crap! I didn't mean to say that out loud. What's wrong with me?
"What the fuck are you talking about?" His words come out so harsh I can feel as they slam into my face.
I know my mouth is hanging open, but it's not listening to my silent pleas to close. Come on body, work with me here. Just this once.
Of course, I couldn't formulate a response even if my mouth would cooperate.
"You're humiliated by me?" His face takes on a strange mix of hurt and offense.
"What? That's not-" My confusion only grows as he cuts me off. Why is he upset? I'm the one who confessed my feelings and got rejected.
"No, I get it. Don't try to spare my feelings, Kat." His face morphs into what looks like reluctant acceptance, as he blows out a harsh breath. "Who would want to date a fucked up virgin playboy?"
"Uh..." I raise my hand like I'm back in class. "I would. Well, not that you're-"
His lips descend on mine before I can correct him. What's happening?
He pulls back, looking down at me with excitement dancing in his eyes. "You want to date me? For real?"
"Uh..." I try to pull out of his grasp, I need space. My head is spinning. "What's happening?"
He takes a step back, looking at me cautiously as he drops his hands to his side. His voice comes out low. "I'm not sure anymore."
"Are we having the same conversation?" I move away from the bed, pacing behind him, feeling the room expand slightly.
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Back and forth.
Each step making me feel a little more at ease. A run outside would feel a lot better, but my curiosity is winning out. So far.
I look over to find he's now facing me and his gaze is following my movement.
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Back and forth.
I take a deep breath. "Because first you use my physical attraction to get me to admit I want to be with you. Then you flat out ask me if I have feelings for you and again I say yes, but when I try to leave to avoid the embarrassment, you ask me to stay."
I continue pacing, working up the courage to keep talking.
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Back and forth.
"Then when I say I want to avoid the humiliation, you get mad at me, saying I wouldn't want to date you. And when I say yes again, you ask me if I want to date you." I stop, turning to face him with my hands on my hips. "So, do you not hear me when I speak?"
I feel a small victory that it's his mouth that's hanging open this time. He rubs his jaw, almost as if he's trying to coax it closed.
"I... uh..." He drops down, sitting on the bed with a grunt. His eyes are wide, but at least his mouth seems to be working again.
I move to stand in front of him, crossing my arms, hoping I look at least a little intimidating. I'm done talking, it's his turn.
"Okay." He blows out a breath. "I do listen to you." He holds up a finger. "But I think we are each hearing different things."
I can't stop the confusion from showing. I wish I had a better Poker Face. According to Ness I'm either neutral, constipated or murderous.
"I just wanted to make sure you knew you were saying yes..." He blushes, looking at the floor. "...to me."
"I think I made that pretty clear from the fifty times I said it." I can't help the irritation that's rising up inside of me. He's drawing this out even further. Why can't I just leave?
"You may have thought so, but from my perspective, it's much less obvious." What is he talking about?
He must have known this whole time that I've had more than just a little crush on him, right?
He leans forward, removing my tightened fists from my hips. Interlocking our fingers together, he pulls me closer to him, kissing the back of each hand before leaning his forehead against my stomach.
He takes a deep before looking up at me. "Kat." His voice is shaky, causing me to be even more confused.
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Is this where his prank comes to an end?
Crap. I'm not sure I'm ready. I was hoping I could leave and avoid this.
Taking another deep breath, he pulls back, holding my gaze. Only his hands are left touching me, as he holds onto my hips. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Wait... What?" I can't even process what he just said. Is he serious?
"Date me, Beautiful. Please. I know I will never be good enough for you, but I promise I will try every day to prove myself to you." His eyes plead with me. "Please, just give me a chance."
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I'm completely and utterly speechless.
He seems so sincere, but is this part of the prank? I can't handle this. "Ben. This isn't funny."
His brows knit together. "I'm not joking, Kat."
"Prove it." I desperately want this to be real.
"Oh darlin', I intend to." He smirks up at me and I melt. "I plan to spend every day proving myself to you, for as long as you give me."
"Ben, I don't-" I stop talking at the sound of someone trying to turn the door knob.
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"You in there, baby?" A woman's voice comes through the door, sounding fake, almost too sweet.
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"Fuck." He stands, pressing his body against mine.
"Come on, open up." The voice invades our private moment. "I need my Benny time."
I take a step back. It feels wrong to be pressed against him when some girl is standing outside begging for his body.
Why did I think he would ever change?
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"This..." He points back and forth between us. "...isn't over."
I step back, hands on my hips. "Better give her some Benny time."
The thought makes my stomach churn.
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"Don't. Make. Me. Wait." The voice drops a few octaves, the sweet tone vanishing. It sounds a little familiar now, but I can't place it.
"Just..." He scrubs his hands over his face. "...please don't leave."ns 220.127.116.11da2