day two: Ivan was asked on a date

I really feel bad about doing this. Jaycee has been nice to me, volunteered with me, and even let me stay at his place. Hell, I'm even wearing his boxers. I skipped classes because I was having a terrible headache, it's true, but I wanted to avoid him too. I don't want to be too attached to someone right now. I have enough friends - Honey and the twins- and that was enough for me. I could not afford to have one more person in my life.

At lunch he asked me what was the matter. I couldn't utter any except say it was nothing, just nothing. If only I could explain it to him but I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let him into my life. 

Seven days.

Seven dates.

It's bullshit.

I should have just asked for one and then let it go. It would have been easier for me too. 

I ended up skipping the rest of the afternoon classes. I lie under a shade at the rooftop, staring at the cloudy sky, my eyes closed, listening to Franco*. School holds no interest in me. Especially now that school doesn't really matter anymore. 

Ughh.. my head hurts too often nowdays. 

I felt something flick my forehead, I slowly no opened my eyes to Jaycee staring at me with furrowed eyebrows. 

"I've been looking all over for you." He pouted. Yes pouted,like a kid. 

I sat and patted his head. I plucked the earphones out. "How did you find me then?"

"Honey. If not the infirmary, you'd be here is what she said."

I nodded. "So why were you searching for me?"

He looked at me for a while and rubbed be the back of his neck. 

"I was gonna ask you out."

I flushed, beet red, I'm sure. I noticed a smirk forming in his face.

"I'm just claiming date number two" he explained.

Oh. Yeah, right. 

"Since you decided date one, let me do the second date." He said proudly. 

I let out a laugh. 

"I didn't expect this from you. I actually didn't expect for a second date after what I made you do."

He leaned on the wall and pulled me to him, his arms around my shoulders. "I had fun, i enjoyed your company."

"Thanks, I guess." I whispered, embarrassed.

"And I'm a man of my word. Seven dates, I'll see through it."

I felt my heart squeezed. "Thank you." I was fighting the urge to cry. I buried my head in his chest and he wrapped his arms around me protectively. If only it were enough.