I finally hit the button, sending it out into the universe. I wonder how Booker is going to react when he finds out I actually applied to an art school. I might wait to tell him. He’s been weird this week. I’m trying not to let it get to me, but I can’t help it. Something is off with him, and I can’t help but feel as though it has something to do with me. It’s almost as though he’s trying to avoid me but not entirely.
I’m starting to feel pathetic. I asked him if I could stay the night at his house both Monday and Tuesday. But he came up with a stupid reason why I shouldn’t. Something along the line that my grandparents and mom likely miss me. So I stopped asking, and he hasn't suggested it. I don’t understand how he can go from wanting to be with me constantly to trying to avoid me in certain ways.
Did I do something wrong? We haven't done much past heavy petting this past week. He still picks me up and takes me to school. Then after he takes me to work. He even comes back to take me home at the end of the night. But he seems distracted.
One second I think he’s super into me saying he loves me and then the next he’s trying to get away from me. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. I’m noticing most of the avoiding is when it comes to his house. It must have something to do with his dad. Maybe it has something to do with the argument they had when I was there. That has to be it. I know it can't be because of his friends. He practically broadcasted it to the entire school that we were together. His PDA gets a bit out of hand sometimes. He even pushed Mick off the seat next to me in the lunchroom, a weird growl coming from him that had everyone laughing their asses off.
That only leaves his father. I’m sure he doesn’t think I’m good enough for Booker. Tears burn in my eyes. Luckily, the bell rings, ending the school day. I grab my stuff, exiting the classroom. I glance around but don’t see Booker anywhere. He’s normally at the door even before the bell rings.
“Are you all going to the party tonight?” Ethan asks, leaning up against his locker, talking to Logan.
“Yeah. But why the hell are we doing it at Dean’s? Booker’s place is ten times better. Plus his mom makes us all cookies.”
“I don’t know. Booker begged Dean to have it out at his place.” I turn my head, letting my hair block my face as I pass by them. It only makes my suspicion grow. I spot Booker the second I exit the side door to the student parking lot. He’s got his phone to his ear talking to someone.
“That’s perfect. I’ll meet you there,” he says, ending the call. When he turns his eyes widen like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Sorry, Care-bear. My call ran long.” He leans down and brushes his mouth against mine.
That’s another thing. Every time his phone rings, he jumps and proceeds to take the call in the other room. I really should be seeing the signs in front of my face. I keep ignoring them because I once misjudged him so wrongly about his past and the girls I thought he dated. He’s such a gentleman to me that I truly cannot see him cheating on me. But everything seems to be pointing toward that.
“Not going to kiss me back?” He pulls me in closer, his hands going to my ass. He lifts me off my feet. I have to wrap my arms around his neck out of habit. This time when he kisses me I kiss him back. I moan into his mouth. My fingers dig into his hair.
“Booker.” I breathe his name. His cock digs into me.
“Love when you say my name all needy.”
“I am needy. Let’s go back to my house. No one will be there,” I suggest.
“Can’t. Told my mom I’d help her with some stuff.” He puts me back on my feet. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him we could be quick. Instead I nod and head to the other side of the car to get in. He beats me, opening the door for me.
“I thought you worked tonight anyway? We’re hitting the party after.”
“Grams gave me the night off. She hired a new girl.” I didn’t think we needed another person, but Grams said we did. That I should be enjoying my last year in high school. Normally I would protest, but I thought I’d get more time with Booker. Not so sure that’s the case since he’s trying to ditch me at every turn lately.