Page 24 of The Breaking Pointe
“What’s your motive?” she grumbles, continuing to look at the shelves now.
I can’t help myself from laughing a little.It’s kind of a shame she thinks that in the first place, but I can understand why. She’s stunning in every aspect possible.
“Nowwhy doIhavetohaveamotive?WhatifIjustwanna
talktoyou?”Iask,simmeringdownmyvoice.
She barely takes a look at me, still unimpressed with my mild effort, but she isn’t walking away. Good sign.
My smile becomes half-suppressed with my words. “You’ve been running through my mind since the night we met.And I know you didn’t give me your number for shits and giggles. So let me take you out?”
Noelle turns, this time facing me.Forced to look downat her, I watch her step closer to me, not letting up from her mean mug even for a second.I raise my eyebrows suggestively.
“Do you want something from me? Cause you can say it. We can get the rejection conversation over with now.” She purses her lips.
“Hm.” I look down momentarily before bringing my gaze back to her face. “I just want your time. That’s all,” I admit. After what feels like an eternity, the sweetest smile creeps up on her face,followed by a laugh that resembles humming-
birds.
“Why?” she exhales. “If that’s all…” she adds, returning to her shopping.
She pushes her cart, making me follow beside her.I could feel my confidence suddenly boosting with her energy change.
Catching up to her, I try to make conversation again.“Well, why not?There’s nothing wrong with casually spending time with someone, right? No motive, no plans. I mean, it seems like it’s easier to reach you in person anyhow.”
She stops walking again, turning to me as she places a hand on her hip.
My body jolts into a pause, stopping alongside her.
“Are you some sort of weird narcissist, like the rest of you boxers?Or this one of those invasive experiments those guys do at the college?” She smiles, mockingly.
Despite her efforts to make me leave her alone, she’s just becoming more intriguing by the second.I want to try harder for her acceptance.With that smile, I know she’s playing with me.
“No, I’m actually one of the normal ones.Hope that doesn’t come as a shock.” I smirk innocently.
She shrugs, shaking her head. “Sorry I didn’t respond. I got…busy.”
“Well do I get a passnowthen, miss?” I ask, admiring her small movements as she looks me up and down.
The pause is almost more ominous than when she saw me for the first time at the bar.
“Sure.Whatever, Colton.I see that’s my only way of getting you to leave me alone.”She shakes her head, half smiling.
Onepoint,ColtonKennedy.
I throw my hand to the back of my neck, rubbing it in embarrassment, smiling idiotically.
“So, when can I see you again, then?If you let me take you out,onetime,Ipromiseyouneverhavetotalktomeagain.” Iraiseabrow,hopingforamoreforwardresponsethistime.
She shakes some hair out of her face, nodding. “Deal. One time.”
I could feel my stomach in my ass at this point. “Amazing. Are you free tomorrow, maybe?” I ask.
“T-Tomorrow?”shestammers.
“Tomorrow. The sooner the better, right?” I smile. She blinks quickly, possibly thinking of a response.
“Luckily for you, I’m off tomorrow,” she says, crossing her arms.
