Matchplay A New Adult Romance - By Dakota Madison Page 0,18
who had witnessed the—well— whatever it was that went on between us.
“Josh seems like a very sweet guy.”
She moaned and fell onto my pillow. “Sweet guy sounds like a death knell. Girls don’t want to get down and dirty with sweet guys. They want sweet guys to be their friends.”
She had a point. As much as I hated to admit it, I was lusting after Aaron. I didn’t have those same feelings for Josh. I didn’t mention those details, though. Instead, I said, “Josh asked me to go out with him on a date and I said I would.”
Olivia lifted herself from the pillow and gave a quick fist pump. “There you go, Girl!”
“Can I ask you a question?” I was curious about her brother but I wanted to tread lightly because I
knew they were close.
“Shoot.”
“I don’t want this to sound weird but why did Lucas introduce me to his friend if he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
Olivia laughed. “Because you’re a little hottie and he thinks you’re way out of his league. Josh is like the king of the nerds. He’s the most popular guy in The Geek Patrol because he’s had a few girlfriends.
Most of the other guys haven’t had that much experience.”
Josh was an attractive guy but I didn’t think he was that much more attractive than Lucas. Josh definitely did have more confidence in himself than Lucas, though.
“For the record, I don’t think I’m out of anyone’s league. Whatever that even means.”
Olivia stared at me. “Come on. Give me a break. You know you’ve got it going on. Even creepy Aaron, who could have any girl on campus, has it bad for you.”
I could feel my face heating up with embarrassment. “I’m more like your brother than you probably think. I don’t have a lot of experience in the dating department.”
“Then Josh is the perfect person for you. He’ll be a perfect gentleman and take things slow.”
I nodded. Maybe she was right. Maybe I did need someone like Josh. Maybe Aaron was just too much for me to handle. Or maybe I truly believed he was out of my league.
Five
The Sweet Spot
After class on Thursday, Aaron was waiting outside the building for me. He was wearing a sly grin on his face.
“What’s up?” I said as I approached him.
“Let’s get to the library. I’m stoked about picking an artist for our final project.”
I furrowed a brow only half believing his claim. “You’re actually getting excited about the project?”
“Come on,” he said and headed toward the library. I shrugged and followed.
“So what about Andy Warhol,” Aaron said as he held up a small reproduction of a Warhol self portrait. “He’s definitely got the wow factor. It’s cool that he was a visual artist but was also into making films and music.”
“I like Andy Warhol but there’s already an Andy Warhol M useum in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania,” I said.
“Who else did you come up with?”
“Georgia O’Keefe. How can you not like a woman, who paints flowers that look like vaginas?”
I stifled a laugh. “Vagina flowers? Really? That’s what you got from looking at her work?”
He nodded. “Who wouldn’t?”
I quickly scanned through our text book until I got to a photo of one of her ram’s head paintings. I held it up. “You think this one looks like a vagina?”
Aaron considered the work. “Well, maybe not that one. But there are plenty of others.”
“As much as I like the idea of honoring a female artist and as much as I like her work, there’s already a Georgia O’Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe, New Mexico.”
Aaron crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, I’ve come up with two ideas. I’d like to hear some ideas from you.”
I gulped. I wasn’t sure if he’d like my idea, or if he’d even know much about her, but she was one of my favorite artists. Before I could even speak, Aaron held up a finger.
“Wait. Let me guess who you’re going to select.”
I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. He wasn’t the only one, who enjoyed a challenge. “Is this a bet?”
He grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
I didn’t think there was any way he would be able to guess my first choice artist. She certainly wasn’t as familiar as Georgia O’Keeffe or as famous as Andy Warhol. “What do I win if you don’t guess correctly?” I said.
“But I will,” he said confidently. “And when I win the bet, I want you to go out to dinner with me tonight.”
I gulped. I didn’t