"Wanna hang out later?" Butt hurt jerk says as we enter our class after lunch.

I give him a look of surprise. "What?"

He doesn't look at me, he is writing his name on a piece of paper. "I said do you wanna hang out later?"

"Uh why?"

He shrugs. "I have northing better to do." He looks at my face. "It wouldn't be a date."

We both shudder at the same time.

"Don't you have other friends to hang out with?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Uh. . .They are all busy." He replies.

"Are you not tutoring Kandi today?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Nope. If so, I definitely wouldn't be asking tip hang out with you."

I smirk. "You should be honored to hang with me."

He mutters. "More like desperate."

I slap his arm, frowning.

"What?!?" He rubs his arm.

"If you are that desperate to find someone to hang with, go find someone else."

"Oh come on, cupcake, I was kidding." He laughs.

"And so was I."

He scowls at me. "Whatever. Do you want to or not?"

"B-But. . my Netflix-"

"Can wait." He finishes.

"Excuse me?" The teacher interrupts. "Is there something you two would like to share with the class, Collins and Ivory?"

Collins- I mean butt hurt jerk looks at the teacher. "Um. . Not really actually."

"What were you two asking about?" The teacher snaps.

Jeez.

"Yeah, Ivory was asking if there was any extra credit that she could do. And I said that I had KO idea, and that I wanted some too, of course, so she asked if I'd like to go with her and ask. . . you."

"Mhm." The teacher goes on with tge lecture.

"Nice save." I say sarcastically.

He sighs, smiling. "I know."

***

"Wait up, cupcake!" Butt hurt jerk calls after me.

I turn around quickly, making him halting to a stop. "What?!?"

"Uh. . .What's your address?"

I roll my eyes. "Bye, butt hurt jerk."

"You really aren't mad are you?" He grabs my arm.

"Yes, yes I am. You made me get extra credit papers." I snap.

"Cupcake, I got some too." He hold up a worksheet, waving it in the air in a. . jerk way of him.

"You better do mine." I state.

"Ha-ha!" He fake laughs. "No."

I sigh. "Looks like I'm not going to give you my address to find my house."

"Cupcake, you are luck I really want to take you to the place I'm taking you." He said, looking at me.

"Uh, where are we going?"

"Just remember, dress nice." He grabs my extra credit paper.

He sees my face and rolls his eyes. "It is not a date, cupcake."

"I'd really hope not." I say.

We both look at each other and shudder again.

***

"Sweetie, you look stunning." My mom says, clapping her hands together.

I raise an eyebrow. I didn't look that good. All I was wearing was skinny jeans and a tighter shirt than usual- which most my shirts didn't cling to me.

"I'm not even dressed up," I murmur.

"Sooo who is the mystery guy?" She wiggles her eyebrows, using my nickname for her mystery guy as to butt hurt jerk.

"Ew, gross!" I say. "He is so not my date. We're friends. . If you'd even call it that." I laugh.

"What's his name?" She asks.

"B-Collins." I reply.

My brother walks down the stairs. "Um why is she so dressed up?"

I throw my hands in the air. "I'm not that dressed up!"

Austin scoffs. "Are you going on a date with that guy or something?"

I groan. "We aren't even dating let alone going on a date, he's my friend. .ish."

"So like what are you guys friends with beni-" he stops himself, recovering because of my mom. "-without a label as friends?"

"No we are more of a acquaintance, I guess." I say.

Austin grunts in reply, going to the kitchen.

"So when is he coming?" She asks.

I look at the clock. "Not long."

"I wanna meet him." She smiles.

I grin mischievously. "Not until I meet your mystery guy."

She rolls her eyes. "I am your mother, I deserve to know who you will be hanging out with."

I mock her. "I am your daughter and I deserve to know who you are going out with- as in dating wise."

A knock at the door startles me, I run towards it.

"Let me meet him!" My mom gets off the couch and I sling open the door to see butt hurt jerk smirking at me. I push him down the steps, slamming the door shut before my mom can reach it.

"Why hello there too, cupcake." He cheekily replies.

I buckle up. "Sorry my mom wanted to meet you and I didn't want her to."

He drives out of the driveway. "Why didn't you want her to meet me?"

"Duh, you stupidity!" I joke.

"Funny." He says.

"I know." I smile. "Okay where are we going?"

He looks over at me after turning the music up a little bit.

"Somewhere."

I scoff. "No kidding."

He laughs and he turns down a road.

"Please don't say you are going to drive me to sole deserted place and kill me, are you?" I ask, looking at him with wide eyes.

He laughs. "Your imagination. . ."

"I'm serious, butt hurt jerk." I say, smiling a little.

He looks over at me. "You'll see."

I groan, "If you don't tell me, my imagination will go crazy and I'll jump out of the car."

"Then, cupcake, I'll just pull you back in."

I shake my head, after multiple attempts to figure out wherever we are going I fail with butt hurt jerk being stubborn and not telling me.

I look out the window, watching the trees past quickly by. After a while, I break the silence. "Is this your car?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like it?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"When did you get it?" I question.

He repeats. "Yeah."

I look at him. "Are you going to keep saying 'yeah'?"

He grins. "Yeah,"

I huff, turning back to the window.

He's annoying.

I break the comfortable silence. "Are we almost there?"

"Yeah."

"I'm serious." I say, looking at him as he drives.

"So am I."

"Okay. How far?" I ask butt hurt jerk.

"We're here, cupcake." He says, parking the car.