Part 9 (2/2)
Sarah sat down, and a wave of her perfume washed over him. He tried not to, but he couldn't help it he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He'd never noticed that a girl could smell so good. His mother and sister didn't smell like this at all. They just smelled like, well, nothing.
Sarah, on the other hand, smelled like, like ... he couldn't think because the blood was not only pounding in his ears, it was pounding in other places now, too. Oh G.o.d, please don't make me have to get up from this chair right now!
Sarah leaned over casually and whispered in his ear, ”Stop. Smelling. Me. You. Perv.”
Jonathan gripped his fork really hard, slowly turning his head to look at her. He stared her right in the eye, answering her in a tightly controlled voice. ”I am not a pervert.”
He was completely disarmed when she smiled at him and said, ”Gotcha.”
He turned back to look down at his plate. Holy c.r.a.p. She was totally s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with him, and he was now just figuring it out. This girl is wicked tricky. He was going to have to be on his toes around her for sure. The thought made him smile. He was super good at chess. Once he knew the game, no one could out strategize him. He turned to her then and said, ”You think you do, but you don't.” Ha. Let her stew on that for a while.
A loud squeak leapt out of his mouth at the exact moment he felt her squeeze his thigh high up ... like really high up. Then he choked. It wasn't on food, since he didn't have any in his mouth at the time. It was probably on spit or drool or something. Whatever it was, it had him gasping for air.
Kevin reached around his sister's chair and started clapping Jonathan on the back. Jonathan grabbed his gla.s.s of water and started chugging it.
Sarah looked at him sweetly. ”What's the matter, Jonathan?”
”You ... ! You ... !” Words were failing him. He couldn't very well accuse her of grabbing his leg in front of their families.
”I what?” she asked sweetly, lifting her hands above the table and spreading them out in an act of innocence.
Jonathan stopped trying to talk, shaking his head in silence and lifting his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. He thought maybe he was feeling a small measure of Frank Peterson's pain, and felt less inclined to judge him harshly in that moment. Sarah knew how to get under a guy's skin. Somehow, she'd honed her skill to levels he'd never experienced before.
Kevin looked at Jonathan with questions in his eyes and then his eyes went to his sister. Jonathan could see him doing the math. A smile broke out across Kevin's face as he bit into his dinner roll, finis.h.i.+ng half of it in one bite. He looked over at Candi and winked. Jonathan wasn't sure if he was happy that Kevin was obviously on to his sister's games or not.
Kevin leaned over to talk to Jonathan behind his sister's back.
”Dude, you're gonna be my wingman tonight, right?”
”What?”
”My wingman. My sidekick? My Robin?”
”Robin? What are you talking about?”
”I'm Batman, you're Robin. We're going out tonight to pick up some chicks.”
Jonathan kept on eating and talked while looking at his plate. ”I'm not going to wear any tights or a stupid cape if that's what you're talking about. I don't know what Sarah's been saying to you, but I am not a pervert.”
Kevin laughed and shook his head. ”No tights, no cape, man. Don't be a cheese brain, just shut up and eat. We leave in thirty minutes.”
”Okay, fine.” Jonathan didn't really know what he was supposed to do as a wingman, but whatever. He had nothing better to do anyway. He didn't feel like studying for his chemistry exam, even though he knew he probably should.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Making Friends Thirty minutes later, Kevin put his napkin on the table next to his plate and stood up. ”We're outta here. Come on, Jon.”
”Where do you think you're going?” asked his mother.
”Oh, I don't know, maybe go do the rock climbing thing or shoot some pool.”
Jonathan interrupted, ”But I thought you said ... ”
Kevin clapped him on the back, making him fall forward against the table. ”Yep, I did say we were going to go to the putting green too, didn't I, Jon? Thanks for reminding me. We're also going to play a little golf if we have time.” He gave the parents his best toothpaste commercial smile.
Frank looked at his son suspiciously, but Kevin's mother was easily fooled by her son's charm. ”Okay, sweetie, that sounds like fun. Remember though no alcohol.”
”Of course not, Mom. You know I don't drink that stuff.”
”But ... ,” said Jonathan, pointing to Kevin's chest and then pointing at the table, obviously confused.
”We'd better hurry up before all the reservation slots are taken.” Kevin grabbed Jonathan by the upper arm and started pulling him from the table.
”Bye, Mom and Dad. Bye, Candi.” Jonathan was shouting from two tables away since Kevin was intent on getting him out of there before he blew the lid off their plans.
Sheesh, this kid doesn't have a clue. If he had told his parents they were going to the bar, it would have ended their cruise freedom and fun for sure.
”Dude, what is your problem? You know you can't tell them we're going to the bar.”
”Why not?”
”Because we're not supposed to do that; we're underage.”
”So why are we doing it then? I'm not really used to lying to my parents, Kevin. I'm not sure that's something I'm comfortable doing.”
They continued walking down the pa.s.sageways that would take them to a bar that was not the one Frank had mentioned the parents were going to after dinner.
”Well, it's done, so don't worry about it. We're going to go have some serious fun.”
”That rock climbing thing sounded fun ... ”
”Yeah, you can do that tomorrow afternoon if you want. I'll be in the pool.”
”So did the golf. I'm really good at putt-putt, actually.”
”Tomorrow.”
”Why can't we do it now?”
Kevin stopped and faced Jonathan, frustrated that he had to practically force this kid to have fun. ”Listen, dude, do you want to have fun tonight or not?”
”Well, yeah.”
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