Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,77

on a 'date', but I could only imagine dating someone like him.

To date Westley Simmons. Would he be interested in me?

The thought was what made the wait a little more bearable, the idea of dancing in my head at us going out. Dating was something I heard all the girls during lunch talking about, the good and the bad, including the fun in the bedroom and how frisky some of them were in the sheets.

I always tried my best to tune it out, but then again, it was a subject I knew nothing about – never mind my lack of experience- and I wasn't going to suddenly have a group of girlfriends that would lay it all down like a blueprint for me to understand.

I'm sure if I’d had friends back then, they would judge me for my innocence and inability to get a man.

Still being a virgin only made things a little harder, especially when the majority of my fellow classmates had already done the "messy deed". It was like an award within their sororities and clubs, and whenever a girl got her cherry popped, they all squealed and asked what it was like.

I didn't judge them because that experience could mean a lot to them and they wanted to share among the people they considered friends.

Maybe I just craved the same sense of community and knew I'd never get that opportunity.

"What are you thinking about?" Westley's soft voice made me shiver, and I realized he was far too close to my face as we continued to wait in line.

"Just...thinking how I've never really gotten to go to these types of events or even have a group of girlfriends to talk and party with. A random thought."

"You'll get the chance here." The way he said it was as though he knew without a doubt it would happen. It was nice for him to be confident on my behalf, and it relieved my worries just a little.

I rested against him, his holding growing a little tighter in support as we moved to the front of the podium access point.

After showing his ID, we were directed to a private booth that was on the third floor. The spot gave us a view of the second floor, where much of the dancing and mingling was happening.

We sat down, and I was surprised to see severs who brought a red menu.

"Two Shirley Temples, and can we get the Blazing Platter A?"

"Sure," the preppy blonde declared over the music. She quickly scurried off to get our drinks, and I stared at him in interest.

"You're not going to drink?"

"If I did, tonight would end up being messy."

"Meaning?"

"I'm not the best drunk."

"Elaborate," I pressed, and he moved his eyes away from the party floor below to look my way. "The drunker I get, the less control I have, and I'm a little possessive."

"Define a little?"

He bit his lips, his green eyes immediately lowering down my body before he glanced away.

"I'd probably want you sitting on my lap rather then being opposite of me."

"That's something I could do," I reasoned.

"The question should be if you’d want that," he suggested. "Plus, I'm not drunk."

"Would you want any girl sitting on your lap?" I inquired. "Like the server? She was pretty."

"She was all right," he replied. "As to whether I'd let her sit on my lap, that's a no. She wouldn't even look my way during school."

"You recognize her from school?"

"Freshman like us. She's from our first and third class, I think."

"You're observant."

"Good to know who’s around you," he admitted. "But to be fair, she was shit-talking about me, and that's why I remember."

"She doesn't recognize you now?" I inquired.

"I took off my glasses," he noted with a smirk.

"Your glasses don’t make a dramatic difference," I noted.

"Wanna bet?"

"Fine."

He took his glasses from his where he'd placed them in the hidden pocket of his leather jacket and slid them back onto his face.

Just in time for the server to arrive and lower our drinks.

"Here are your...oh." She paused when her eyes landed on Westley. It was like watching someone realize who the true killer in a thriller was and being unable to hide their reaction.

Her eyes widened while her cheeks blazed red before she let out a nervous giggle and bowed her head slightly.

"Hey. Um...you're West? Weston?"

"Westley."

The girl looked my way, and I was stunned by my sudden intrusion into the conversation.

"His name is Westley."

"Ah. I knew that! It just slipped my mind." She giggled again and added, "I remember