Mine: A Love Story by Scott Prussing Read Free Book Online

humor.
    “I wanted to talk to you after class,” he says, “but that other chick started talking to me. By the time I got rid of her, you were gone.”
    I look into his eyes, trying to see if he’s still teasing. His eyes are even prettier close-up. The green flecks seem to be floating in the blue. He seems sincere, but I’m not going to commit myself.
    “Yeah, I bet you were totally bummed,” I say, smiling and keeping my tone light. “A cute girl wanting to talk to you. Guys must hate that.”
    He laughs. “Well, not usually. But I really did want to talk to you. This is way better, though. If we’d talked after class, I’d probably never have known about your fascination with colors. Now we’ll have a great story to tell our grandchildren.”
    Whoa! Grandchildren ? This guy is smooooth. Cautious girl better be extra careful here!
    “More like a story you’ll tell the guys back at the dorm,” I say. “About this crazy chick who came up to you and started spouting off colors.”
    “Naaah, I’ll tell the guys in the dorm you walked up to me and started talking dirty. They’ll like that story much better.”
    We both laugh. He’s kidding—I hope!
    “Do you think your friend wants you to wait for her?” he asks. “Or would it be okay if I walked you back?”
    Are you kidding, I think to myself. She’d love it if you walked me back. But no way am I going to tell him that. Let’s see if he can take as well as he gives.
    “I don’t think she’d mind,” I say. “But how do you know I want to walk back with you?”
    “Ouch,” he says. He makes an exaggerated bow. “Fair lady, would you kindly allow me the pleasure of walking you home?”
    I smile. “Well, when you put it like that, how can a girl refuse?”
    I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.

Chapter 7
    Chris nods toward my shopping bag. “Can I carry that for you?”
    Uh, oh. Funny and a gentleman. And did I mention he’s cute, too?
    “Sure,” I say. I hand him the bag.
    He grabs it by the handles, and then pretends it’s so heavy it pulls his arm down to the ground. “What have you got in here?” he asks. “I didn’t know The Buff sold weights.”
    “Ha, ha. Very funny,” I say as he lifts the bag back off the sidewalk. “I bought a shirt, a sweater and a pair of boots.”
    “Boots, huh?” He gives my legs a long, playfully leering look. “Boots would look good on you. What kind did you get?”
    “Oh, nothing special,” I say matter-of-factly as I begin walking. Chris falls into step beside me. “Just a pair of knee high black leathers.” I pause for effect. “With six-inch stilettos. They’ll go great with my leather hot pants.”
    Chris stops abruptly. I wish I had my cell out, so I could snap a picture of his face. After a moment, he realizes I’m messing with him, and he grins.
    “Better be careful where you wear that combo,” he says. “Guys’ll get whiplash if you walk past them in hot pants and six-inch heels.”
    I smile. “Whiplash? From little ol’ me?”
    He laughs, and makes a show of moving his eyes slowly from my face all the way down to my feet. “Either that, or you’ll get arrested for soliciting.”
    Did I mention he’s funny? We resume walking.
    “So, are you a freshman or sophomore?” he asks.
    “Just a freshman,” I say.
    I hope that’s okay. Chris seems older.
    “Cool. Welcome to State.”
    “Thanks. What about you?”
    “Sophomore.”
    “So, what got you to take a class like Vampire Lit?” I ask. “You got a thing for vampires?”
    “Naahh….” The flecks in his eyes seem to twinkle. “I just figured it’d be an easy credit. Got to grab ‘em where you can.”
    “And I bet it didn’t hurt that the class is mostly girls, either.”
    He looks at me all innocent like. “Is it really? I didn’t notice.”
    “Yeah, right,” I say, laughing. “Says the guy who told me he was looking for a seat next to a cute girl.”
    He laughs. “Well, like I said, you’ve got