Page 58 of The Prom Queen Project
“No!” I fumed quietly. “My mom is a romance author. I just know books.”
“Sure.”
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to insult your tutor?”
“It’s worth it.”
“You’re lucky I can’t smack you right now.”
“Ooo, I’m so scared,” he feigned.
I stretched my arms above my head while cracking my spine.
In an instant, my foot collided with Elliot’s shin. He puffed out his cheeks as he clenched his eyes shut. I faked a cough to mask the sound of his groans. His face turned beet red.
“Now, who looks like a tomato?”
A flurry of muffled curse words left his mouth as he buried his head in his arms. Just when I was about to apologize, Elliot looked up at me through hooded eyes.
“Yeah, okay.” He nodded. “Maybe I deserved that, but you deserve this.”
“What are you—”
“Stop trying to flirt with me! I’m trying to do my work!” Elliot yelled.
My eyes widened as Mrs. Hawthorne scolded us for being, and I quote, ‘lousy, no-good children.’ When she was finally done with her rant, I spent the rest of the time thinking about ways to make Elliot’s life a living hell.
“Ah, look who it is. The infamous Clot,” Andrew teased.
I shook my head while Elliot and I resumed our normal seats around the small circular table in the lunchroom.
“Ugh, please don’t call us that.”
“Fuck off,” Elliot said, snatching the slice of pizza out of Andrew’s hands.
“Not my fault that your names merged together sounds like a gross disease.”
I glared at him. “Clots aren’t diseases.”
“Yeah, but you are.”
“Have you tried—oh, I don’t know—being a decent human every once in a while?”
“Have you?”
Elliot looked back and forth between the two of us, breathing a heavy sigh. “Do you guys want to get a room or something?”
“I’m gay.”
“And I’d rather be gay.”
“Jesus,” Elliot mumbled under his breath while staring at me. “And I thought we used to hate each other.”
Dani cleared her throat. “Anyways…you guys ready for another round of COD tonight?”
“I’m definitely ready to kick Andrew’s ass again if that’s what you mean.”
“That was one time!”
