Chapter 7 - Who's Doctor Banner again? (2)

P H R A S E R

I watched her walking away and a part of me wanted to hold her and asked her what she was hiding. She didn't look fine, despite her solid attempt to convince me otherwise. Somehow I doubted that it has anything to do with what Margaux had said.

Autumn Summers. She was certainly full of secrets and harder to read than anyone I've ever met. Unlike other girls who came like an open book, she hid her true feelings well.

I pride myself on being good with girls yet I stupidly mistook her resistance as one of the oldest moves in the book which was playing hard to get. I should've known that she wasn't like any other girls. She was different. She was like a set of unsolved puzzles and I couldn't wait to put them all together so I could see the picture formed.

I raised my hand and let the side of my forefinger touched my lips. She didn't return my kiss but the feeling of my lips against hers was enough to drive me crazy.

"I've never thought you'd be interested in banging someone like her."

I closed my eyes for a brief second. Just my luck, the one girl I wanted to go away was the one who stayed. I turned and faced her, trying not to yell at her when I said, "I didn't sleep or bang her."

Margaux nodded. She closed the gap between us and linked her arm with mine. "It would make more sense if you banged Freja."

I frowned. "Freja is Ken's girlfriend. I would never do something like that to him, he's my best friend." I may have the reputation of banging every pretty girl in Columbia but I would never violate the bro-code. Once Ken laid his eyes on Freja, I steered clear of his way and even if they broke up, I would never make a move on Freja even if she was the last girl on earth.

I started to walk toward the exit with Margaux next to me. My mind was filled with the thought of Autumn that I almost didn't listen to a word Margaux was saying.

"Yeah, but it would make more sense," she continued her nonsensical argument. "Freja is hot. She has the body of a model, I can imagine her walking one of Victoria's Secret runway show. I can understand if you slept with her.

One of several things I liked about Margaux was that she was superficial, there was nothing deep going on in her pretty head. The only problem she faced daily was probably deciding which outfit to wear.

There was nothing wrong with being superficial. Nothing wrong with living on the surface and avoiding lapses into deep thought. It made life easier. But sometimes it also made it harder for me to understand her. Right now was one of those times.

"Why? What's wrong with Autumn?"

"She's..." Margaux shrugged as she struggled for the right words. "Ordinary. Average, I would say."

Ordinary? Average? Autumn? With her brown hair and deep hazel eyes and sassy pink mouth. Autumn wasn't ordinary, I would never consider her as average either. It had been only two days yet I couldn't take my eyes off her. Like just a few minutes ago, standing in the janitor closet with limited space and close proximity between our bodies. When I could feel her breath on my face and the heat radiating from her body. There was nothing ordinary or average when it came to Autumn Summers.

I knew I wasn't supposed to think of her this way, she and I were friends now. I should stop having these wild thoughts of her, it could ruin our friendship and her trust. But I couldn't deny the feeling I was having with her when she was up close and personal. When her body grazed against mine and....stop it, Fray! What the fück is wrong with you?!

"Don't you think so?" asked Margaux as we approached the front door. She looked up at me and her eyes told me that she was waiting for my answer.

"Don't I think what?" I held the door open for her and she stepped outside.

"That she's ordinary."

Hell no. "Yeah," I gave her the answer she wanted. I knew if I contradicted her, she would try her best to make Autumn's life miserable and that was the last thing I wanted right now.