Page 106 of Damaged Boys Don't Fall For Bubbly Girls
He walks over to the front of the easel and examines my artwork. His eyes grow smaller as he smiles. “This is so good.”
“Are you making fun of me?” I demand.
He shakes his head. “No, it’s cute.” He cringes. “I don’t want to use the words ‘cute’ and ‘Brock’ in the same sentence, but yeah, it’s cute.”
“What’s wrong with cute?”
“I don’t know. You’re cute. I’m not.”
“You so are cute.”
He laughs, then I laugh and then we both stop, glancing away from each other. This is a little awkward. We both admitted that we think the other is cute. But not cute as in cute…but like…as friends…
Ugh.
“We’d better go to our next classes,” I tell him.
We clean up and then leave the classroom. I’m surprised to find Finn leaning on the wall outside. He perks up when he sees me.
“Hey, how was art?” he asks.
“Good. I painted his eyes and nose.” I point my thumb at Brock.
Brock shoves his hands into his pockets. “Apparently I’m cute.”
I playfully jab him in the stomach with my elbow.
Finn raises his eyebrow as he glances from me to Brock. “What?”
I wave my hand. “He’s just teasing my painting. Mrs. Jackson said it was the best in the entire class.” I lift my chin.
Brock snorts. “She didn’t say that, but I’m pretty sure it was. I mean, just look at my face.”
“Oh my gosh,” I mutter.
He waves. “I’ll see you guys later.” He walks off.
Finn watches him with furrowed brows. “Looks like you two are having lots of fun in art class.”
“We both suck at painting, so we’re doing our best to have a good time. But actually, it’s not so bad.”
He wraps an arm over my shoulder. “Best in the class, right?”
It’s a little disappointing that I don’t feel a spark or tingle or anything from his contact. I mean, it’s been a few days and I still don’t feel any different about him. Why? Will it never happen or do I just need to be patient?
Or is it normal not to feel anything?
Finn and I don’t want to broadcast our relationship to the entire school—even the guys, other than Brock, don’t know yet—so he drops his arm from around me as we walk through the halls to my next class. He’s nice to walk me, which makes me realize he’s a really good guy. A good guy whom I currently don’t feel anything for.
Mom told me that when she and Dad met in high school, it was bam. Love at first sight. And they got married right after high school. I know there’s a high chance I won’t follow in their footsteps. Most people don’t fall in love so young. But shouldn’t I at least feelsomething?
Finn glances at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“You just seem to have a lot on your mind. Anything you want to talk about?”
I shake my head. “No, not really.”
