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about it, but that’s another thing that there’s no chance in hell of ever happening. It’s just setting myself up for disaster. At the end of the day, my only option is to let things play out and hope for the best.
    Yay.

Chapter 7
    Thursday comes and goes with nothing from Matt.
    I contemplate doing another running session down at the track during his practice, but the double package of ramen noodles that I ate just before getting that idea is weighing heavy in my gut, so I decide against it. Now, at 8:40 a.m., I’m walking down the stairs of my dorm wondering if I’m going to be greeted by the face that makes my body do weird things or if I’m going to have to make the lonely walk to French class by myself. Up until now walking to class alone has always been the norm for me, but Matt is right, it’s much more fun having someone to walk with.
    Especially if that person is jaw-dropping hot.
    Knowing that I’m going to be hit with a cold front as soon as I step foot outside, I stop after the last step to zip up my jacket and put my knitted hat on. When I look up and start in the direction of the door, my heart skips a beat. Matt is standing on the other side waiting for me. Instantly my straight face brightens as our eyes connect.
    “Mornin’,” Matt greets me as I step outside, wearing his heart-wrenching smile.
    “Good morning,” I say, smiling back at him.
    “Like the hat. You look cute in it,” he adds, making my cheeks warm by his compliment.
    “Thanks. I made it myself.”
    “You made that?” he asks, seeming impressed as we start to walk to class together.
    “Sure did. My babysitter growing up taught me how to knit. It’s kind of like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it.”
    “I want one!” he says excitedly. “Can you make me one?”
    I smile. “I suppose I could.”
    I start to notice the simple gestures Matt does as we walk to class; placing his hand on my lower back when we walk up the stairs, holding open doors for me to enter first, winking at me periodically-usually after I thank him for something like holding open the door. I wonder if it’s just him being a nice guy or if there is something building between us?
    I must admit, this is all foreign to me. I’ve never had a boyfriend and although this is depressing to admit, I’ve never had a boy show interest in me before, at least not that I noticed. I’m kind of going into this whole situation blind, and I’m having a hard time distinguishing the difference between friendly or something more. Of course I’m hoping it’s the latter, but at the same time I still don’t see that it’s possible.
    I am me after all.
    After taking our seats in class, Matt hands me a folded piece of paper.
    “What’s this?” I ask, opening it up.
    “It’s my buddy Collin’s cell number and the address to my house. They’re coming in tonight while I’m at football practice. I know I asked if they could just tag along with you to the game, and I know this is asking a lot, but do you mind keeping them company until I get back?” he says with a weary look.
    Holy shit!
    I thought I was going to have the rest of today to prepare myself for tomorrow, but it looks like the bomb that he dropped on me Wednesday was just an appetizer for the grenade he’s tossing me today. Nothing like backing me into the corner, asking me this with only two minutes before our class starts, accompanied by the heart stopping, pleading grin plastered on his face.
    Not fair.
    “Um, yeah. Sure…” I respond, not sounding confident in my answer.
    “I’m really sorry to spring this on you at the last minute…”
    Yeah, no shit!
    “But, no one is going to be there, and I feel bad having them greeted by an empty house,” he continues.
    “Yeah, no. It’s fine.” I smile, even though my heart is about to lunge from my chest, and I’m pretty sure it just got ten degrees warmer in here.
    “You’re the best,” he adds, cupping my face with his hand and