I think I love you, Cassandra Smalls [romantic books to read .txt] 📗

bye."    

"Text me later,okay?"    

"Okay," she walks me to her door and hugs me.    

When I get home I take a shower and go to bed.

Chapter 5: The kiss

Waking out my door, Derek is leaning against the front fence with a tall can in his hands. His takes a sip from it.    "What are drinking," I ask.   

He turns the can to let me see the label. A Monster energy drink.   

I gasp. "Can I some?" He just hands me the can as we walk. I take it. Take a drink from it. My lips curl a smile as I drink it.   

"You know, some people call that an indirect kiss," he whispered in my ear teasingly. I elbowed him in the stomach.

"Shut up." Glad he was behind me so he didn't see me blush. He only chuckled.    He was being strangely quiet. I hand him back the can. "What's wrong," I ask.   

"Nothing. I'm just tired. I went out with my family last night to a party. Didn't come home 'til one o'clock last night," he yawned.   

"Oh," I replied understanding.   

After getting off the bus, Derek followed me to my friends.   

"Do you want the rest of this," he asks motioning to the Monster.   

"Yes." He hands me the can and it's half empty. So happy I hug him.   

"Thank you."   

"You've doomed us all,"Lacey said.   

He laughed. "I have to go." He kisses my cheek. "See you in geometry."   

"Okay, bye." I turn back to the girls.   

"Awwwwww" they screeched once he's gone and out of hearing range.   

"Yes, we're dating," I sighed, preparing myself of the questions.   

"Since when," Kayla asks.   

"Since yesterday."   

"Who asked who," Jenna asked, which was strange she usually really quiet.   

"He asked me."   

"How did he ask you," Kayla asks.   

"He asked me while he was walking to my house."   

"Awwwwww," they all said again but softer than before.   

"Does this mean I can't stalk your stalker," Lacey asks.   

We laughed as the bell rang for the first class of the day. That's when most of us groaned, not wanting to go to class.   

The day dragged on as slow as yesterday. I hated it. but John was back so that slightly brightened my day. It was good to have my friend back. I had three classes with him and we sit close to each other in all of the class. If we couldn't talk, we passed notes to keep ourself's entertained. When I went to lunch, the girls asked more questions about my new relationship status. That means I barely ate, answering all the girly questions. I hated the center of attention. I was tired of it already and wanting to get away from these inquiring girls. The bell rang after a very stretched out thirty minutes.   

I got to Geomartry, seeing Derek and John sitting at my table. "Hey," I say to both of them. Ruffling John's hair just to annoy him and sat down next Derek.   

"Hi," John says, his voice flat, while shaking his dirty blond hair to fix what I've done. I smirk. Derek grins at me.   

"How were your days off," I ask him.   

"Horrible. Whatever I had, I never want to get again. What did I miss in here?"   

"We're doing a week and a half long project. You'll be doing the project with Lisa since you two were absent," Derek answered. His head was on the desk. His eyes were droopy from the lack of sleep.   

"Oh, cool. Where is Liz anyway?"   

"She caught what you had on Friday," I responded.   

"Oh," He said feeling bad. "Well, can I get her number from you?" Pulling out his phone.   

"Why? Finally going to ask her out?"   

He narrowed his eyes at me. "No. I need her number to do the project with her."

I take out my phone and give him the number. "When are you going to get to that anyway?"   

"To what?"   

"Asking her out."   

"It's not that easy, Chris."   

"Really? Is it that hard," Turning to Derek, finding he was asleep. I chuckled, looking at his childish figure. His hair in his face, I have a urge to push it back, but resisted the urge.   

Looking back at John. "Still, you should ask her. She likes you. And you've liked her for about a year now. I've been waiting for so long. I might just shove you two in a closet, and not let you out until one of you confess."   

He rolled his eyes. "This coming from a girl who never has a boyfriend."   

"Whatever. My point is, ask her out. She'll say yes." Raising my voice out of frustration.   

"I will...soon."   

I roll my eyes, seeing a raising Derek from his nap. "Hi," he mumbles, giving me a lazy smile.   

"Hi," I say, smiling back.  He leans over and kisses my cheek.   

"You guys are going out," John asks.   

I nod as Derek says "Yeah."   

"That's surprising."   

"Yeah. See, a lot of girls say yes if you ask them out."   

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up." John getting out his Ipod to ignore me. I kick his leg. "Ow." I smirk and stick my tongue out.   

Thinking that was a good idea, I took my Ipod out and give an earpiece to Derek. He accepted it and puts it in ear. He pulls my chair closer. Thinking it was for the music, I didn't say any thing about it. Turn on the Ipod and turned it to a song I haven't heard in a while, "Bottle and a Gun" by Hollywood Undead. Derek started laughing.    "What," I asked confused.   

"Nothing," shaking his head, his laughter dying down. Still confused, I get a paper and pencil from my bag. I started drawing. Derek's head was on the table again, but he wasn't asleep. He was watching me draw.   

The bell rings, I jump too into my music and almost done with my drawing. I look over at Derek and he's asleep again. I smile, looking at his adorable sleeping face. I put my things away.   

"Derek, wake up," I say softly. "Derek." He opens eyes drowsily. "Come on, sleepy head. We have to get to the bus."   

Derek sits up and rubs his eyes. "Okay." He gets up and grabs his bag.   

"You're a morning person, aren't you?"   

"No, not really. I just had a great up call," he said giving a lazy smirk.   

I roll my eyes, "Whatever." Getting off the bus, it was a silent bus ride for us because Derek fell asleep again. I just listened to my music.   

"So John and Lisa, huh," he asks, walking.   

"I thought you were sleeping."   

"I heard that before I went to sleep."   

"Oh. Yeah, Lisa and John have a thing for each other but both are wuss' to ask each other out. Been trying to get them together for a year."   

"A year. Really?"   

"Yep. Is it really that hard to ask someone out?"   

"Depends."   

"On what?"   

"On who you are and who the other person is."   

"But you asked me out pretty easily."   

"Well that's because you brought it up. You have to think about timing and where you are."   

I sigh, understanding. "So does that mean you wouldn't have asked me, if I didn't bring it up," I ask.   

"No, I was planning to that day. You were in a good mood, so I was gonna take that advantage," He smirks at me.   

"Well, good thing I brought it up, huh?" Returning the smirk.   

"Sure is." He gives me a warm smile, that fits so nicely on his handsome face. That smile could melt a girl. He slips his hand in mine. Surprised that I almost jumped. His hand was comforting and warm, it was kinda strange to me. I dismiss the thoughts in my head as we arrive at the front of my house.   

"I have to drop my bag off and tell my mom I'm going to your house."   

"Okay, I'll wait here." I nod and go into my house. I ran upstairs to my room and set my bag on the floor. I run back down to see my mom.   

"So who's the hottie outside," my mom asks.   

I smile. "That's Derek, my boyfriend. Can I go over to his house? We're doing a Geometry project together."   

"Sure. Do I get to meet him later?"   

"Are you going to embarrass me," I ask cautiously.   

"What do you mean? I would never do that." Having a fake hurt face.   

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, right. You yelled 'use protection' when John and I went to my room to play on my Xbox."    "True, true. Alright, I won't embarass you, if I get to meet him. Deal?"   

I nod. "Deal. I'll see you later."   

"'Kay." I walk out the front door and to Derek."Welcome to my house." Letting me walk thourgh.I look around while he locks the door. The living room was painted a dark blue to match the navy furniture. A flat scean television hanging on the wall between two tall shelves of movies.   

"Come on," He says as he turns left to go up the stairs. I followed him into a room, I guessed was his.The bedroom was large, but not too big. I looked around the room with the white, pale walls. One one side of the room was his bed and two nightstands beside it. On the other side of the room was a big television on a stand with clear doors to show a few game systems and mulitple games that go with them.   

"Someone's spoiled." I state looking at the game systems. Derek shugged as having his famous smirk formed on his face.

"I get what I want."I laugh.

"I'm sure you do."   

"Remember I got you," he said, looking at me, making eye contact.   

"Uh, so I think we should make a powerpoint with the project," I say, changing the subject.   

"Really," he asks. "I was thinking we should do a quick video, but I suppose powerpoint would be  easier." He walked to the other side of the room, grabbing his laptop.   

"Can I get so paper," I ask before sitting on a bean bag on the floor. He handed me some paper and a pen then sat down next to me on the floor.   

"Thanks."   

"Sure thing." After putting a rough draft on one of the papers, I got bored and decided to draw.   

"What are you drawing," he asks, looking over.   

"Don't look. I'm not finished with it yet," I say, hiding the paper.   

"Let me see." He tries to move my hand.   

"No, it's not finished," moving the paper away for he can't see it.   

"Come on. Just let me see," he says, trying to go behind me to get the paper.   

"No," I refuse. He tickles me as I fall off the bean bag, laughing uncontrollably. He continues totickle me, climbing on top of me while I kicked my legs.   

"Okay, okay. Stop. Uncle," I plea, though my laughs. He stops and grabs the paper from my hands. Looking at his face, I could tell that he noticed it was a drawing of him.   

He looks at me again, locking his blue eyes with mine. His eyes were absolutely gorgeous and some I've have never seen before. Derek leaned towards me and kissed my lips gently. Not realising what I was doing before I did it, I kissed him back. 

His lips were soft and controlling, it strangely warmed my body. He nipped my bottom lip gently, I opened my mouth, letting him touch his tongue with mine. He pulled away.    "I'm sorry. I know we might be going a little fast, but you don't know how long I've wanted this. To kiss you; to hold you. I really like you, Carissa, and have