Opposites Attract (On-Hold) by Chloe Knox (top romance novels .txt) 📕

my cheeks flush and burn with anger, and…Jealousy? No! No way was I jealous! I’m definitely not jeal—why did he just wink? He did not just wink at Lucy! And…Oh! My! God! NO! She did not just blush!
She tells me to go for the guy, and then flirts with him? Right in front of me? When she has a boyfriend? A boyfriend she’s madly in love with?
I ignored my three supposed friends, and began to prod at what our school lunch ladies considered meat loaf. I considered it puke, based on both appearance and taste.
“Not too well. We’ll start working on it tonight, if that’s okay with Ashley…Ashley?”
“Huh, what?”
“Tonight?”
“What about tonight?” I asked, completely oblivious to the conversation everybody thought I was listening in on.
Gina, my friend of two years, laughed and turned to Zane, “As she smart as she is, she can be kind of oblivious.”
I rolled my eyes, “What? What about tonight?”
“Would you be okay with coming over to my house tonight?”
My heart flipped and I bit the inside of my cheek to hide a gasp. Did he just ask me out—well no, not really…but he just invited me to his house! It’s not like I wasn’t at his house last night, but that was only for twenty minutes at the most, “You know? So we can start on our project?”
I tried my best to hide the disappointed frown. My stomach twisted just like it had in the parking lot when I had invite Zane to my house with Lucy, Nate, and Josh. He had rejected me then, and even though he didn’t mean it purposely this time and he wasn’t really “refusing” me, it felt that way.
“Yeah sure.”


Chapter Thirteen

“Hey, where you going?” Zane yelled the moment I stepped into the school parking lot.
“Home!” I yelled back
“Na-uh! You said—“
“Maybe some other night!” I yelled at him, before jogging toward the buses…
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about him that I want, and then another part that worries me. I’m never EVER unprepared or nervous unsure, but with him I was, almost all the time. One second I wanted to kiss him, the next I wanted to slap him in the face. My own feelings were starting to confuse me…I’m never confused!
Next thing I know a big black bike goes zooming by me, so fast and close that the strong winds following the vehicle almost knocks me on my rear. I blink and then there he is, straddling his bike only feet away from me. The engine of his motorcycle is roaring and groaning and severely hurting my ears.
I groan in anger and use my hands to cover my ears, “What are you doing?” I screamed trying to project my voice, so he could hear it over the loud howl of his bike.
His lips moved, but I didn’t hear a thing. I’m sure the ear covering didn’t help, but most of the muffling voices were the bike’s fault.
Zane rolled his eyes and tilted the bike to put it on its kick-stand. He jogged over to me and forced me to move my hands away from my ears, “I promise I won’t do a pop-a-wheelie.”
I held in a giggle, “That’s not why.”
“Then what is it?”
“Maybe I’m sick of that annoying smirk and your virile charm.” I said with a teasing smile.
“Oh, now you’re just going to make me cry.” Zane mumbled as he hid his face in the palm of his hands. He forced his shoulders to shake while wailing, ridiculously loud.
I rolled my eyes, “You’re such a child!”
“Is that a yes?”
I sighed and grasped the bike helmet from his hands, “No pop-a-wheelies!”

Chapter Fourteen

“I thought we were going to work on our drawing project?” I asked, even though I really didn’t care. I was too curious about where Zane was taking me to care.
“We are.”
I flashed him a skeptical look, and he smiled, “Eventually, we will. But I felt like having fun.”
“What’s so fun about a long walk up a huge flight of stairs?” I asked as he led me up at least five different flights of stairs.
“You’ll see.” Was all he would say, and a few minutes later the stairs ended at a door at the top floor of the mystery building.
“Yeah, this is fun. I’m siked!” I said with fake enthusiasm as Zane pulled a chain of keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door and pushed it open revealing nothing. All I could see was pitch black on the other side of the door frame.
“Is this where you kill me?”
Zane smiled and turned to grab my hands and pull me into the room, “Don’t tempt me.”
After a few moments in complete blackness, there was a click and wuh-lah!
All the lights in the room flickered on revealing an arcade of all the classics; Pac-man, Super Mario Bros, the Claw Machine, etc. The carpets were black with a random pattern of rainbow colored swirls and lines. There was a pool-table in one corner of the room, and a small narrow hallway to the far right of the room.
It was dorky, but cute, “You brought me to an arcade?” I asked trying to hide my true excitement.
“Not quite, follow me.” He took my hand, and led me through the narrow hall to yet another pitch black room.
“Wait here! Don’t move!” he whispered in my ear before letting go of my hand and leaving me alone in the pitch black dark.
I giggled when I hear the faint sound of rustling and a few cusses, “You okay?”
“I’m fine, just stay where you are! Don’t move!”
“I won’t,” I reassured, as I waited.
Moments later ‘Hit the Lights’ by Jay Sean featuring Lil Wayne blasted through the black room making me jump. I squealed when my heart leapt, and then laughed at my own childish fears of the dark.
Then a disco ball of color appeared in the middle of the room casting colorful beams of funky blues, reds, greens, and yellows all over the wooden rink in front of me. I looked to my left and saw Zane rush out of a door, only to come running towards me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to a counter that was covered in different sized shoes with wheels on the bottom.
“You actually brought me to a roller rink?” I asked the sudden lights and music vibrating into my core strengthening my excitement.
“Yup! I work here on the weekends.”
“Could you get in trouble for doing this?” I asked Zane as he hoped over the counter to look over the rack of roller skates. He grabbed two pairs of skates and set them on the counter, pushing the smaller pair toward me, “Yup! You’re a size eight, right?”
I nodded and sat on the floor to take off my converse. Zane hopped back over the counter and sat down on the rugged floor next to me to take off his boots and put on his own skates.
I sighed nervously as I tied my last skate and turned to Zane, “Zane?”
“Wassup?”
“I’ve never done this before?”
Zane laughed, “Never…EVER?”
“I’ve never roller skated before, no!”
“Oh, how do you live?” Zane mumbled sarcastically as he hopped to his feet. I tried to do the same, but even on the rough rug, slipped and fell on my butt, “You haven’t even gotten on the rink and you’re falling!”
I laughed, “Don’t make fun…just help,” I mumbled as I held up my arms like a helpless little child. Zane rolled his eyes and easily helped me to my feet. Even with me stumbling and tripping over my own feet, he was able to manage to skate gracefully and swiftly to the rink while holding my hand.
My wheels touched the smooth and slick wooden surface of the rink and I swear not a second later I was falling, “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You really haven’t done this before, huh?”
I just laughed to hide my embarrassment.
“It really isn’t that hard, you just can’t think of falling.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled.
“Just push forward and to the side, forward and to the side,” Zane said as he motioned for me to watch his feet. I did, and only minutes later I was copying his actions, trying my best not to think about breaking my butt.
And just when I thought I was starting to get the hang of it, I pushed a bit too hard with my right foot. I lost control and my left foot collided into Zane’s skate making us both fall to the ground.
“Ow,” I groaned in between giggles as I rolled onto my back.
Zane laughed this time as well, “You really are horrible at this.”
“I thought I told you not to make fun?”
Zane only laughed more, as he helped me for like the tenth time in the past five minutes to my feet, “Here let’s try something different. Give me your hands.”
I sighed and gave him both my hands. He took them and then began to skate backward, so that he was facing me.
“You’re such a show-off.”
“No, I’m trying to help you not bust your ass.” I rolled my eyes, and looked down at our feet. I watched and concentrated on my feet as I slowly and carefully pushed on the rink with my skates to glide forward. Every now and then I’d stumble, but Zane never let go of me. He just continued to spat constructive criticism as he lightly pulled me forward in a big circle around the rink. And then a sudden rainbow beam of light bounced over my skates and encircled me on the floor. Next thing I knew I was being distracted like an idiotic fly to a bright light. Instead of watching my feet I looked at the lights and then I began to trip again.
Zane laughed and easily corrected my position to prevent me from in his words ‘busting my ass’.
“Like I said, don’t look at the lights.”
“I wasn’t! I was looking at my feet when the light—“
“Don’t look at the lights! Don’t look at your feet!