The Boyfriend Agreement by Seven Steps

Author:Seven Steps
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: YA romance, High School Romance, Contemporary romance, friends to lovers, dating, fake boyfriend, teen romance
Publisher: Seven Steps Publishing
Published: 2017-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 32

Something weird was going on inside of me.

At first, I hated Cole. Now, I didn’t hate him so much. What did it all mean? I was so confused and, oddly enough, lonely. I couldn’t talk about my problems to Jasmine or Ariel, less I give away the fact that Jake and me were not real. So, the only person that I had to talk to was myself, and I had no answers.

Cole sat on a scratched, wooden chair in study hall, waiting for me. I remembered yesterday at my house. How close we were. How his lips had nearly touched mine. Little shivers of anticipation ran through me.

Whoa. Where did that come from?

I cleared my throat and walked forward. I couldn’t think about Cole like that. He’d said it himself. I was his brother’s girlfriend. Cole and I were off limits. Wrong. Dangerous. A fuse that, if ignited, could change everything forever.

I had to keep my heart far, far away from Cole Winsted or else.

He looked at me as I sat down, his eyes hooded, his mouth in a tight line. Had he gotten in to another fight with his brother?

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Jake’s just being a douche.”

“You, too, huh?”

“Yeah. No one misses being hit by the Jake train. That’s what we say at home, anyway.”

“Appropriate.”

I let out a breath. I could do this. I could be friends with Cole. Friends and nothing else.

We began reviewing parts of the house in French.

Living Room. Salon.

Door. Porte.

Kitchen. Cuisine.

Window. Fenêtre.

All this talk about French houses had me thinking what Cole’s house was like. His father was some sort of drug lord, right? Did they live in a mansion somewhere? A penthouse? A normal sized house?

What was his father like? I imagined him to be some big, muscly, bald guy with a scar running down his cheek. At least, that’s how Russian drug lords were portrayed in movies. Was he like that? Was he a mean dad? Was he around at all? What about his mom? She was the reason why Cole spoke French. Were they close?

“French!”

I looked up in horror, realizing that I had spaced out again.

“Sorry,” I said, refocusing on my book.

“What?” he asked.

I looked up at him again.

“What?”

“Why are you zoning out on me?” He dropped his pencil on the scarred table and bridged his fingers. One teasing eyebrow raised high on his forehead. “Am I that boring?”

“Truthfully?”

“Yes.”

I let out a breath.

“I might have fallen in to a slight coma,” I replied. “I can’t help it. Your voice is like Benadryl.”

“It cures allergies?”

“No. It puts me to sleep.”

He snorted.

“I guess you like me better when I’m not speaking.”

His eyes tipped up at the ends.

Was he teasing me about our almost kiss yesterday? My cheeks turned hot.

“Right now, I’d prefer you non-existent.”

He laughed out loud then. I bit the inside of the cheek to keep my laughter inside.

How could he be so cavalier about our almost kiss? It’d been fluttering around in the back of my brain ever since.

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