Page 53 of Make You Love Me

I want to talk sooner, but I decide not to push her and to take what I can get for now. She’s willing to talk to me and I plan to do more than that... I plan to get my girl back.

Chapter Seventeen

Walkingoutofmyfourth-period science class, I sling my bag over my shoulder and carry my books to my locker. To my surprise, Corbin is leaning against it, looking all handsome. I don’t even think he's aware of how many girls stop to stare as they pass him in the hallways.

“Hey Trouble!” he greets me with a sly smile, his dimple on full display.

“What’s up?” I gesture for him to move so I can put away these heavy-ass books.

“You take Anatomy and Physiology, right?” he asks as he turns his body to lean his shoulder against the adjacent locker to face me.

“Yup. Just got out actually.” I lift my heavy textbooks for emphasis.

“Sweet. So, um—I was wondering if you could help me out?” he questions.

Placing my books into my locker, I pull out my notebook for my next class. I turn to him and see him eying me.

“What do you need help with?”

“I was wondering if you could help me study for the quiz this week. I didn’t do so hot on the last one and I heard you're some sort of science wiz.” He lets out a small laugh at that last part.

I'm definitely not a genius by any means, but I do love science. So much so that I'm planning on going to college for Clinical Research. I've known this for quite some time, probably ever since my mother passed. I want to do my part to help others.

“Oh, sure. I can help… what day works for you?”

“Hmm, well I work Wednesday, and I believe he said the test was Thursday… shit, does tonight work?” he asks, looking quite desperate.

“Frankie and I have plans after school to watch the guys’ practice, then we're all going for pizza. Would you be able to after that?” I hope that works for him. I don’t want to cancel my plans with Frankie, but I also want to be there to help my friend in need.

“Shit yeah! That’s perfect. Lucian told me about pizza tonight. I'll meet you all there, then I can take you home and we can study?” He beams, his face filled with hope.

“Perfect!” I smile at him just as the warning bell sounds.

He wraps his long arms around me, bringing me in for a hug. “You’re a lifesaver. Honestly, thank you.” I can hear the sincerity in his voice. “Now get to class Trouble,” he says as he breaks away from our hug.

“I’ll see you later,” I wave over my shoulder as I make my way toward my next class. As I make my way down the hall, I lock eyes with Amber and her obnoxious group of friends.

Nope, not in the mood for their shit today, but unfortunately, my classroom is right where they’re standing.

Oh, this should be fun.

As I approach the girls, trying my hardest not to look at their faces, which I know are all sporting serious sneers. I don’t get it. I literally haven’t done a damn thing to any of them. They're standing in a large group that takes up most of the hallway, leaving a small area for students to get through. As I attempt to pass them, I hear Amber tell the girls, “Oh ladies, make enough space for the new girl to pass.” They all giggle, then pull back to line the sides of the walls. The smile that spreads across Amber’s mouth has my hands clenching. “That should be enough space for her to fit,” she says, enunciating every word to ensure I hear her.

Do not engage. Do. Not. Engage!

When I make it past the Jock Hoppers, as I've heard them referred to, I look up and see Frankie glaring at them.

She locks her arm in mine as she turns her head back in their direction. “Fuck off Amber!” she says, and I smile. It's really nice to have some genuine friends around here. Now if only Greyson and I can settle our shit, life will be somewhat normal again.

After our text exchange the other night, we agreed to get together and talk either Tuesday or Wednesday. Now that I'm helping Corbin tonight, I guess tomorrow will have to work.

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Sitting next to Frankie on the bleachers has been entertaining, to say the least. This girl has me cracking up over her lack of filter. The eye candy on the field doesn’t hurt either. There’s something to be said about watching sweaty guys play sports.

We’re in the middle of reviewing our notes when we hear a whistle blowing repeatedly. Looking up to see what’s going on, we see Greyson flipping out and being held back by some of the other players. His anger is directed at someone on his team. He whips his helmet off and throws it to the side. Breaking free from the hold they have him in he tackles another player so hard his helmet flies off too. Greyson lands two punches before more teammates pull him off. I can hear his yells from here. They’re not clear enough to decipher what he's saying, but loud enough to hear the harshness in his tone.What the hell happened?

Frankie scoffs and shakes her head bringing my focus back to her. “I wonder if they're going to whip out their dicks to compare sizes next,” she says, causing us both to chuckle.

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