Chapter Eleven (Part 6)

I opened my mouth to tell him that I had no interest whatsoever in pursuing a friendship with him but then a random bling sounded from the speakers. My eyes narrowed into slits.

“You could at least tell her that you’re busy so we could have a chat without getting interrupted.”

Jensen bit down on his lip and turned back to face his computer, typing away at the screen before logging out of his account. He closed the browser and then rolled back on his chair to face me. “Done. Tell me now.”

But my attention wasn’t on Jensen anymore. His desktop background was a collage, and all the pictures were ones he’d taken with Nancy, Drew and me. And in the very center was the one he’d taken of me back at camp, when we’d been in the woods. Following my gaze to the computer, Jensen turned a little red and muttered sounding almost ashamed, “Yeah…I’ve had that background for quite a while now.”

“So that’s how Melanie and your father recognized me. You had pictures of me.”

Jensen’s blush intensified, like he’d been caught doing something wrong. He must have felt the need to explain himself because he said, “I have all the pictures we took together before I left, and when Melanie and I were first getting…acquainted with each other, dad suggested I show them to her. And he’d seen them as well.”

I stood up and leaned over him, pointing at a picture of the whole gang. The four of us were at a pool-party, and Nancy was sat on Drew’s shoulders, me on Jensen’s. I remember how nervous I’d felt when Drew had suggested the idea for a chicken fight, and of course, had paired up with Nancy for that. At that time, the very thought of being next to Jensen had butterflies start in my stomach, so the prospect of actually sitting on his shoulders made me almost faint.

“Nancy and Drew proved they both suck at chicken fights that day,” Jensen laughed.

“We won every single one,” I said, smiling.

“We made a good team, that’s why.”

I turned my head to face Jensen. Big mistake. Since I’d been leaning over his shoulder, we’d been closer than I’d thought. His eyes looked into mine, happiness jumping around and lighting up the dark orbs. And his lips were close to mine…Mel surely wouldn’t come bolting in this time. For the slightest second, I actually contemplated how it would feel to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine, to run my hands through his hair which looked ever so soft. He must have been thinking along the same lines.

The End

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