Crushing On The Geek (Crushing on You 4)

“Oh. How long was I out?” Tamara asked, stifling another yawn.

“Only about forty-five minutes,” he grinned.

“Why didn't you wake me up?”

“Because if you're tired you should sleep. I might have left you there all night if it wasn't dinner time.”

“My parents would have freaked,” Tamara said, wide-eyed.

“It was a joke, Tam,” Hayden said.

“My dad wouldn't have found it very funny. He would have put us both in front of a firing squad and called out the order to shoot himself.”

Hayden laughed and started to say something when the doorbell chimed and echoed through the house.

“Crap!” he said turning on his heels, “I hope that doesn't interrupt dad. If he get's out of the zone, he's out of it for the rest of the day.”

Tamara followed behind Hayden, in case he needed help. Her brain was still foggy from sleep, but moving pulled her into the waking world. After paying the delivery guy (Hayden gave him a tip too), they returned to the kitchen.

“I have to turn the oven on warm and stick Dad's inside,” he explained, “I don't want to ruin his zone, because I'll never hear the end of it, if I do.”

“What did you get me?” she asked.

“I ordered a bit of everything, because I wasn't sure what you liked. My guess would be sweet and sour pork, but I wasn't sure.”

“How did you know that?” Tamara asked.

“Lucky guess,” he shrugged.

“Amber told you, didn't she?” Tamara said.

“You think I'd call your best friend a interrupt her date just to find out what you liked just so I wouldn't have to wake you up to ask you?” Hayden laughed.

“You didn't!” Tamara said, “She's never going to let me hear the end of it.”

“I think she will,” Hayden said, setting out the food, “She kept gushing on and on about how sweet I am.”

“How did you even get her number?”

“The same way I got yours: the school directory.”

Chapter Eleven

Tamara arrived to room five eighty five, fifteen minutes early. She took a deep breathe as she pushed open the door, trying to prepare herself for whatever she might find inside. Her eyes were squeezed shut for a moment before Tamara could gather enough courage to open them and look inside.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she finally opened her eyes. Every last desk, chair, box, and piece of chalk was exactly where it should have been. Tamara made a few quick trips around the room looking for anything out of place.

“Hey,” Hayden called from the doorway, startling her.

“Hi,” Tamara said, examining the empty bowls before Sir Bedivere, but not daring to touch them.

“It worked, then?”

“Yeah, it looks like,” Tamara nodded, “If they're planning something they haven't set it up yet.”

“Maybe we're really done with it,” Hayden said, wrapping an arm around Tamara's shoulders.

Tamara turned to face him and looked up into his brown eyes, grinning, “We did it.” Without waiting for a reply she rose to her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. She moved away slowly when she heard footfalls approaching.