Part 15 (1/2)
Jake: More like Brian Boita-NO. No, no, no! Never do that again. ;-) Nina: You were actually pretty good for your first time.
Jake: Yeah...Big Goons on Ice. Don't order me a leotard. Pretty sure it was my first and last time.
Nina: d.a.m.n it! I was gonna teach you the Bunny hop jump and half lutz next time.
Jake: Don't you mean half KLUTZ?
Nina: LOL. You make me laugh. Thanks again for coming with me.
You make me so f.u.c.king happy.
Jake: You're welcome.
Later that night, Nina walked down the hall to take her evening shower. I held the paper bat in my hand, waiting to sneak it into her room.
What I almost wrote: I'd go again fo s.h.i.+zzle, Just to watch you swizzle.
What I wished I could have written: I want there to be a million next times.
What I never could have written: You know what?
I'd give my left nut, To have my way With that beautiful b.u.t.t.
What I actually wrote: Mr. Bat says to hang up my skates...
Because I'm the worst f.u.c.king skater in the United States.
CHAPTER 13.
Past Our very last study session before Nina's final exam rolled around. There would no longer be an official excuse to spend time alone with her on a consistent basis, and it was seriously b.u.mming me out.
Clutching her books in one hand and a plate of m.u.f.fins in the other, Nina appeared at the doorway. She looked incredibly s.e.xy in a short wool skirt and leather boots.
”I made some banana m.u.f.fins for our last time.”
”Ah! I thought I smelled something baking in the kitchen. Trying to b.u.t.ter up the teacher?” I grabbed one and took a bite. ”Mmm...f.u.c.king good.”
”It doesn't take much, apparently.”
I shook my head with a grin. ”No, it doesn't.”
”Thanks a lot, by the way.”
My mouth was full. ”For what?”
She handed me the entire plate and sat on the bed. As usual, I stayed at my desk and propped up my feet.
”You know what!” she said.
”Actually, I don't.”
”Really? Baby Got Back? Ring a bell?”
Oh, snap. I'd actually forgotten about that.
Heh heh.
A few days ago, I programmed a ring tone that played Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot into Nina's phone.
”You didn't get a single phone call for three days? How are you only realizing it now?”
”You text me all the time, but the only person who really calls my cell is my dad. He rang me in the middle of cla.s.s. Everyone thinks I'm a freak now.”
”A freak who likes big a.s.ses.”
”According to you, yes. Thank you.”
”Hey.” I winked. ”It takes one to know one.”
Even though she was trying to pretend my prank made her mad, she couldn't contain her laughter. One of the things I loved about Nina was that she really got my strange humor even when it was at her own expense. She took everything I threw at her in stride.
I grabbed another m.u.f.fin and opened up my laptop. ”We're sprinting to the finish now, Kennedy. You ready?”
”As ready as I'll ever be.”
”I think we need to make this a late one, work overtime. What do you say?”
She handed me some worksheets. ”Can we start with probability again? That's the easiest for me. It'll get me warmed up.”
As always, I looked over the sample she gave me and changed the variables to names of things Nina could relate to.
”In a group of 200 people, 36 have donkey a.s.ses, 52 have a.s.ses that are flat as a pancake, and 126 have average-sized b.u.t.ts. Out of all the people, half have m.u.f.fin tops. If one of these 200 people is to be chosen at random, what is the probability that the person has a donkey a.s.s and a m.u.f.fin top?”
”How fitting,” she said.
About an hour later, we were deep into solving an equation for a different word problem when Ryan walked in.
”This box came for you, Jake.” He clumsily threw the package on the bed, and it fell on the ground. Then, before walking out, he gave Nina a look that I didn't appreciate.
”Well, isn't he especially charming tonight,” she said.
Picking up the box off the floor, I realized it contained some art supplies I'd ordered. ”He's f.u.c.king miserable. I don't know how your brother ever got along with him.”
”They didn't always get along.”
”I thought you said they were best friends.”