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Chapter Thirteen
Dear Beautiful,
I've heard many different descriptions of the 'perfect man.' A man who completes you. A man who is willing to protect you with his life. A man who will love you and only you. A man that will always be there for you.
Well, yeah. Those qualities should be correct, but I feel that the perfect man's description should go deeper than that because your relationship should be more than kind words.
The perfect man should know exactly how to make you laugh, not every other girl in the world. He should know the single word that can have you smiling like a fool, what to say to make you blush. He should know where to take you on the perfect date. He should know when it's the perfect time to kiss you and compliment you- he should know that that time is always. He should know that on some days you want a chivalrous man, the one who will offer his coat and umbrella to keep you warm and dry. He should know that other days, you will steal his umbrella and laugh as you splash around in the puddles with him, knowing that he will be there to take care of you when you catch a cold. He should know that once you get ahold of his sweatshirt, he will never see it again.
He should know how to cheer you up when your day has been tough. He should know when to let you cry, when to tell you it's okay to be upset instead of trying to fix things. He should know that sometimes just being in one another's company is enough, that all you need after a long day is to be in his arms. He should know exactly how to hold you to melt away your fears. He should know how to forgive you after a fight and save his pride for the guys. He should know that you're not perfect to yourself or the rest of the world, but that you're perfect to him.
He should know how to love you.
Beautiful, I want to be your perfect man because you're already my perfect girl.
Love,
Anonymous
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth as I finish reading my lengthy letter and refold it. I can't stop smiling as I place it back in the envelope with the sealed heart and place it in my back pocket, safely tucked away until it finds its new home among the others.
"Hey," Chloe says as she walks up.
I smile at her, "Hey, what's up?"
"I want to go die in a hole, that's what's up." She mutters, throwing her back against the lockers with a heavy huff. "Being full IB is honestly the most stressful thing in this entire universe."
"I tried to warn you..." I trail off.
"Yeah I know, I should have listened."
I go to reply to her, but my words get stuck in my throat and morph into a laugh as I see Hayden and Cole walking around the corner. The entire hallway goes silent as they watch Hayden walk past them, and he keeps a stone expression on his face. Once everyone in the hall gets over their initial shock, they try their damned hardest to keep themselves from doubling over in laughter.
As my part of the bet, Hayden was forced to wear a 'Hello Kitty' shirt a few sizes too small, complete with hot pink short shorts and crocs. The shirt is so tight that the bottom few inches of his stomach are poking out, and the hot pink shorts accentuate the dark, course hair on his legs, but they do make his butt look good- and they make him look particularly, erm, happy in the front. The crocs tie the whole outfit together perfectly.
Needless to say he's not the face of fashion today.
His miserable eyes land on me and he starts to walk a little faster as people around him start to whisper. I smile widely at him and wave as he storms up to me.
"Hey Hayden! I see your dad took you shopping." I grin. I am loving every second of this.
He clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes at me, but doesn't say anything in response. He can't say much, he lost the game of pool fair and square.
"Oh my god..." Chloe trails off, looking Hayden up and down with wide eyes.
"Yeah. Oh my god is right." Cole snaps, crossing his arms as he glares me down. "You." He growls. "Mind telling me why the hell he's wearing this?"
I have to bite my bottom lip so I don't laugh at him, but a few laughs make it out. "He sucks at pool."
"He's wearing crocs!" Cole exclaims helplessly.
Before anyone responds, we turn our heads as someone bounds down the hallway, causing the floor to shake as he stomps along in his overly-dramatic run.
"Guys!" Logan breathes, doubled over as he tries to catch his breath both from laughing and from running. "Have you seen the twitter post about Hayden?!" He exclaims, throwing his head back in laughter. "He looks like an absolute idiot!"
I slowly look over at Hayden who Logan has yet to notice and see his face red with either anger or embarrassment.
"Uh, Logan?" Chloe asks, tapping his shoulder.
He finally takes a deep breath to calm down from his laughter and looks at her. "Yeah Chloe?"
She awkwardly points to Hayden, and Logan's eyes follow her finger. When he sees Hayden, he just blinks a few times before bursting out in laughter yet again. His hands go to his stomach and tears form in his eyes.
"It's even better in person!" He yells, his voice strained from how hard he's laughing.
Hayden's eyes light up in anger and he blows air from his nose, grabbing Cole's arm and dragging him away. He turns around before turning the corner and glares at me.
"I'm going to get you back for this, Cupcake." He growls, and normally I probably would have felt slightly threatened, but he looks so ridiculous that I can't do anything but laugh.
"I can't take you seriously looking like that!" I yell after him, and he clenches his jaw and whips around the corner, his shoulders tight as more people laugh.
"Reagan!" Chloe exclaims mid-laugh. "You got him to wear that?"
I smirk and nod, "He lost a crucial game of pool."
I'm starting to feel slightly bad for him. Maybe the bet was a little too harsh...
"I honestly feel slightly bad for him." Logan says, wiping his eyes from his once endless laughter. "I mean those shorts were tight..."
"So was that shirt," Chloe laughs. "But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he had some killer abs poking out beneath it."
I laugh with them. "Yeah, we had a nice shopping spree."
Chloe leans against the lockers and smirks at me. "Still an insufferable bastard?"
I roll my eyes and shove her playfully. "Mind your own business."
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I barely make it into English before the bell rings, and Mrs. Hughes gives me a blood-curdling look as I take my seat.
"Careful, she may turn you to stone." Noah jokes, his voice right next to my ear so she can't hear him.
His warm breath cascades down my neck and I barely avoid shivering from the shock and pleasure.
I look over at him and chuckle, "Hey Noah."
He grins, "How're you?"
I sigh, "I'm good, actually. Stressed as usual."
He sighs along with me. "Aren't we all?"
I frown briefly and start to get my things from my backpack for class.
"Hey did you see Hayden?" Noah asks as I search around for my notebook.
I glance at him and laugh, "Oh I did."
"Poor guy must have lost one hell of a bet." He says, shaking his head as he chuckles. "I mean those clothes were really freakin' tight." He cringes.
I laugh and nod along, but I don't tell him it was me he lost the bet to.
I take a quick second to check out what Noah's wearing today and am, as always, thoroughly pleased. He's sporting a light red crew-tee with a large logo over his chest and khakis with black converse.
"You aren't very discreet, Reagan." He chuckles, smiling at me.
Oh my god he caught me staring.
I blush deeply and quickly divert my eyes to the table in front of us, but he waves it off. "Don't be embarrassed, I...I stare at you quite often too." He blushes.
I tuck some hair behind my ear and smile at him from the corner of my eye. "You do?"
He nudges my leg with his, "Of course. I just happen to be more discreet than you."
I chuckle and blush, smiling at him. "Well it's good to know I'm not the only one."
The smile he returns is easygoing and calms the embarrassment I just experienced. Mrs. Hughes walks towards the front of the room and begins her lesson, cutting off any response Noah would have given.
After school, Chloe, Logan, and I drove to Sonic per usual. It's kind of become our thing to go to Sonic as soon as school lets out. I tried to leave as soon as possible to avoid seeing Hayden, because I knew he would make the rest of my day a living hell for this whole bet ordeal.
"Okay, but because Hayden looked so ridiculous I feel like no one noticed how hot Cole looked today." Chloe breathes, sipping her slushie.
"Oh I'm sure you noticed enough for all the other girls." Logan smirks, resulting in him getting slapped in the back of the head. "And you wonder why I act the way I do. I have brain damage from being friends with you," he mutters, rubbing the spot as he pouts at Chloe.
"Chloe just go for it. I'm sure he still wants to be your friend, and as long as you don't friend-zone him he may even want to be more." I say.
She shakes her head. "It's really not that easy. Does Hayden ever tell you that Cole talks about me?"
I freeze in my response and pretend to rack my brain for a time when he did, but I instantly think of our conversation after the park last week. I debate telling Chloe that Cole does talk about her and misses her, but Hayden made it clear that Cole needed to talk to her on his own. So I decide to keep that one between him and I.
"No, not that I recall. But I'm not that close with him, so I doubt he would tell me something like that." I shrug, finishing up my Cherry Limeade.
"Not that close with him? Please, you've been to his house, were able to get him to agree to wear that horrendous outfit today, and he even almost got into a fight with someone today who suggested you two were having sex!" Chloe exclaims, trying to prove a non-existent point.
I sigh and slightly shake my head at her, moving my straw around in my drink. "Chloe, he and I aren't friends so- wait." I pause, snapping my eyes to her. "What was that last part?"
"He and Ian got into some argument after Ian suggested that you and Hayden were having sex." She repeats.
"Ian who?"
"Does it matter?"
I scrunch my brow and look away, contemplating the news she just gave me. "Huh..." I hum, shrugging. "That's...interesting."
I know yesterday he was denying telling people I was his next fuck, but a small part of me still believed that he was spreading rumors. To know he immediately prevented one from spreading is, well, heartwarming to say the least. It makes me feel pretty bitchy for coming at his neck like I did.
"Yes, it is." Chloe smirks.
"I would have kicked Ian's ass." Logan says, downing his onion rings. "Had I been there you know it wouldn't have just been an argument. I would have stuck my foot up his ass and then-"
"You are literally the wimpiest person ever." I say, cutting him off.
"That is so not true." He defends, and I watch as ketchup drips from his onion ring and lands on his chin.
I sigh and grab a napkin, shoving it into his hand. "You have ketchup all over your face."
He pouts, "Get it for me."
I give him a disbelieving look. "Logan, I'm not your mother."
He juts his bottom lip out and tilts his head like a puppy. "Please?"
I scowl at him and quickly wipe it off, throwing the napkin into his face when I finish. "I don't know how Vicky stands you."
He grins, "Easy. I know exactly how to please her. You see, I start with two fing-"
Chloe almost spits her slushie out and throws one hand up to stop him. "Nope!"
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