Waiting on Forever (14 page)

“Hey baby,” Matt says, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead just as I step outside.

“Morning,” I respond, wrapping my arms around his waist and smile up to him.

“So, you going home last night was the most ridiculous idea ever,” he starts, making me giggle. “How does it make any sense for me to drop you off here last night just to pick you back up eight hours later to go back up to campus?”

At the top of the hill is where all the SUNY Cortland class buildings are located and only a few streets away is where all the campus houses are–where Matt lives. Down the hill, and on the opposite side of campus, is where all the dormitories and cafeteria buildings are which includes Alger Hall, where I live.

“Is that the only reason?” I ask with a questionable smirk. Because although that reason
does
make sense, that’s not the reason I’m thinking.

Looking like he’s been caught, Matt answers, “And it sucked ass waking up without you next to me.”

I smile at his response. “Because that’s the reason I had in my head when I woke up without you, too.”

“Then it’s settled. No more sleeping apart,” he responds with a bit of authority.

“Agreed,” I smile.

Unwrapping me from his hold, he laces his fingers with mine to head towards campus.

“Just so you know, I didn’t really care about coming back down here to get you this morning. I just needed an excuse so I didn’t sound pathetic.”

Smiling at his statement, I squeeze our hands tighter together. “Yeah, I know.”

Because I’m just as disgustingly pathetic.

French class went on like any other day and aside from the flirtatious looks and grins that I now receive throughout class, nothing was out of the norm. I took most of the notes while Matt listened to Professor Adams with a confused look on his face.

“Well, this sucks,” Matt says as we approach my next class.

“What?” I ask, confused with his squirrel statement. Totally random.

“We’ve both got a stacked day of classes, then you’ve got work and I’ve got practice. It’ll be past 9 p.m. before we see each other again.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be the girl that whines and complains about not seeing each other enough?” I respond sarcastically. Because really, it frickin blows that we’re not going to see each other for eleven hours, eight minutes, and thirty-seven seconds.

But who’s counting?

“Not in this relationship, Sweetcheeks!” he jokes.

“Sweetcheeks?”

Turning so he’s facing me, Matt pulls me close to him, grabbing my butt with both hands. “Yes, you’ve got some sweet cheeks, Babe,” he says with a big goofy grin.

“Matt!” I yell, not very enthused with the massive amount of inappropriate PDA we’re providing. Although, the smile spread across my face probably tells a different story.

“What? It’s the truth. I love your ass,” he continues, giving it another squeeze.

“Okay, thank you. And thank you for letting everyone else know, too,” I point out, peeling his hands off my butt and moving them to my sides.

“Well, Leah, it is no secret that you’re hot as hell. If I had it my way, you’d be wearing your Team Jacobs shirt every damn day,” he says, acting all serious and showing his possessive side.

Now that’s a bit much. I’m a nobody which means nobody notices me.

Rolling my eyes, I stand on my tippy toes and cup his cheek. “Even though you’re totally talking out of your ass, you’re too damn cute to argue with so I’ll see you later.” I give him a gentle, but passionate kiss which will hopefully hold him over for the next eleven hours, seven minutes and forty-eight seconds.

“Mmm,” Matt growls just as I remove my lips from his. “My place or yours tonight?” he asks, our mouths only inches apart.

Even though his house is full of sweaty and smelly guys, having our own room with a big bed sounds much more appealing.

“Yours,” I answer, still in close proximity.

“K, I’ll be at Racket at nine to pick you up,” he adds before pecking me again.

“My legs aren’t broken, ya know.”

“And they won’t be walking you alone through campus. I’ll be there at nine,” he adds with a sweet grin as he takes a small step backwards towards the door. “See ya, Babe.”

He winks before he turns around and walks away.

“Ms. Bennett?” I hear Professor Buzz say from behind me.

“Yup, sorry.” I half grin as I turn and enter class.

“So, is it true that you’re really dating Matthew Jacobs?” the annoying girl that sits behind me whispers next to my ear.

Glancing over my shoulder I see her anxious eyes ready to bulge out her head with my answer and her mouth obnoxiously smacking on a piece of gum.

“Who are you?” I snip.

“Kate,” she answers all bubbly and annoying.

“Well, even though it’s none of your damn business Kate, yes. I
am
dating Matthew Jacobs,” I answer, then turn back around before catching the predictable eye roll that I’m sure I was given.

Ugh, I hate annoying girls!

Thankfully, once I’m facing forward Professor Buzz starts today’s lesson about some tribe in Africa and all thoughts of stupid obnoxious girls that feel as though they have the right to know everything about everybody are out of my head.

At least for now.

After my class I’ve got just enough time to stop back at my room, pack some clothes and toiletries for tomorrow, and change into my work uniform.

“What’s the bag for?” Kayla asks, sitting in front her computer.

“Matt’s.”

“Soooo…?” she asks with a goofy grin.

“Sooo…what?” I respond, confused.

“Is he good? Like is he really packin’ it? Because I bet he’s huge!” Her eyes are as big as a deer’s in headlights.

Don’t their eyes hurt from doing that so much? I swear, every plastic girl does it.

“You’re seriously asking me that question right now?”

“Uh, yeah! It’s Matthew frickin Jacobs we’re talkin’ about,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m aware of who we’re talking about, and no! I’m not telling you about his penis.”

“But you’ve seen it?” she asks, not giving up.

“You’ve seriously got issues,” I answer before walking out the door.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” she shouts behind me.

These girls really need to know everything!

Chapter 19

Work is incredibly dead and I find myself staring at the clock, counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds before I see Matt. Two hours, thirty-two minutes, and fifteen seconds. Wait, no. Twelve seconds.

Feeling my cellphone buzz in my pocket, I take it out to see a text message from Matt.

Could he get anymore frickin cute?

I respond back with the biggest grin imaginable on my face.

Seriously, it’s not possible. Guys aren’t supposed to be this nice.

Wait, what does that heart mean? Does it stand for love? So he’s saying that he loves and misses me? Or is it just a heart and nothing more? Would I look ridiculous if I asked?

I can’t ask him that.