Page 11 of Two Weeks to Fall in Love

Noah shrugged and grinned at me. “Hey, it’s usually the dreamers who end up making a difference. Gotta dream it to make it happen, Fox.”

“Now you sound like one of the self-help books my mom reads.” I groaned, but he just chuckled, clearly unbothered by that statement.

Looking back at the school, I noticed people turning to look at his car, and discreetly pointing at us. A shudder ran through me instantly. Of course . How could I get carried away and forget?

Skyler Fox and Noah Archer would be the main topic on today’s agenda.

Dating Noah was probably the most scandalous thing I’d done in my school career.

It’s not like I was a wallflower, but I didn’t really stand out either.

Just a regular girl, going about her regular life.

Definitely not the type of person who would have people stare and point at her.

When I’d decided to date Noah, my lack of a social status wasn’t even a fleeting thought that passed through my revenge-riddled brain. It should have been .

“We should get going,” I said through clenched teeth, taking a deep breath before pushing open the car door. It was now or never, and never wasn’t actually an option.

Noah quickly jumped out of the car and caught up to me with just a few smooth steps.

Much to my dismay, he also grabbed my hand in his and entwined our fingers—something that, I was realizing, I’d have to get used to in the next two weeks. Or maybe something I was already getting used to.

Drawing in a deep breath, we walked into the halls of Evergreen High, hand in hand.

*

It was the third class of the day, and I felt as if I’d already endured a year of mental warfare in the span of a few hours. Noah was leaning on my table, his head slightly tilted in amusement as he looked at me.

“Was your plan to sit on my lap or . . .” I said, annoyed. During every period we shared today, he somehow made it a point to stick by me until the very start of class—an action that didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else.

“Is that an invitation?” he smugly replied.

“No, that was not an invitation,” I said at the same time, knowing full well what he was going to say, and earning a wholehearted laugh from my boyfriend .

I’d never actually noticed how many classes the two of us shared, but now that we were dating, it sure felt like there were a heck of a lot of them .

“Too bad,” he said and winked at me, before moving back to his usual seat on the other side of the classroom.

Letting out a deep sigh, I smacked my forehead against the desk, wishing I could just disappear. Noah was sticking to me like superglue, and I knew this would be my life for the next two weeks. Oh, joy .

The start-of-class bell rang and I could at least try to focus on something else. For example, class. Only, life is rarely that simple. Even as I listened to the teacher talk about the Civil War, my mind was anywhere but in 1864.

I could feel Noah’s gaze on me the entire time, and whenever I turned around to glare at him, he just gave me a mischievous look, full of silent teasing.

This little staring contest had been happening throughout the day, and I was not amused .

Noah Archer was infuriating . This entire situation was infuriating.

How permanently red my cheeks were becoming was infuriating .

My phone buzzed with an incoming text message, and I quickly glanced at the teacher to make sure his back was turned before I checked who it was from. Noah, of course. I was at least happy to see my updated phone name for him was working.

Jerkface : date tonight?

Sky : no

Jerkface : yes?

Sky : nope

Jerkface : scared?

Sky : that won’t work on me again!

Jerkface : sure sounds like what a scared person would say . . .

Sky : AHHHHH

Sky : YOU’RE INSUFFERABLE

Jerkface : so that’s a yes?

Sky : fine!

Jerkface : awesome, we’ll talk about it on the way home

I let out a frustrated groan at the end of our little text exchange, forgetting that I was actually in the middle of class.

Mr. Davidson cleared his throat and stared directly at me with a pointed look. “Is my lesson frustrating you for some reason, Skyler?”

My blush deepened, and I quickly shoved my phone into my pocket.

“No, sir, sorry. I, um—” I tossed a glance at Noah, who was staring back at me sheepishly. I gritted my teeth and focused my attention back on the teacher before letting out a defeated sigh. “I have cramps.”

The classroom filled with a few chuckles from the boys and silent looks of support from the girls. I, on the other hand, silently wished the ground would just swallow me whole right then and there.

Mr. Davidson’s eyes widened as he replied, “Do you need to go to the nurse’s office?”

“No, I’m fine now, sir, thank you.” It felt like all the blood in my body was redirected into my cheeks.

The teacher nodded and continued with the lesson, but a few of my classmates kept glancing at me, some with amused expressions, others with quiet sympathy. Neither emotion was comforting, though, as their gazes burned like fire on my already inflamed face.

Taking a few deep breaths, I turned back to glare at the guy who’d gotten me into this mess in the first place and, of course, he was still looking my way.

When he caught my gaze, he mouthed, Whoops, sorry? And winced, wrinkling his nose in a way that, despite my outrage, I found kind of cute.

Internally steaming at him, and at myself, I turned back around and tried to focus on the rest of the lesson. This guy. This guy would be the death of me.