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“not date,” and realized that Julie
was following close behind. I checked my reflection in the mirror and started
applying makeup. Not a lot, just a little concealer, blush, eyeliner and
mascara. I didn't like to overdo things; too much makeup was a bad thing.
    “So, how exactly is he going to
help you with your project?”
    “I'm going to draw him.”
    “Seriously?” She started laughing. “Like in
the Titanic ? ' Draw me like one of your French girls,
Jack.'”
    I couldn't help but bust out
laughing. Julie could be completely hilarious when she wanted to be. I laughed
so hard, I almost crumpled to the floor. When we were done cackling, she said,
“Please tell me it's not going to be like that.”
    “God, I hope not.”
    “Watch out, he will drop his
drawers for a nude drawing and the next thing you know the two of you will be
grinding in the sack.”
    “I never said this was going to
be a nude drawing. What makes you think I want to see him nude?”
    “Please, every girl on campus
wants to see him nude.”
    “Maybe.”
    “There is no maybe. If you didn't
have a male hate on right now, you would at least admit the guy is gorgeous, in
a movie star sort of way.”
    “Julie, you're making me nervous
all over again. I was trying to get rid of the jitters, and you're not
helping.”
    “Why are you jittery if it's not
a date?”
    “Nice try. Jet just makes me
nervous, in a nonsexual way.”
    “ Riiight .”
    She waddled off and I finished getting
ready, and made sure I wasn't dressed too sexy. After all, this wasn't a date.
I finished off my glass of wine with Julie in the living room, awaiting Jet's
arrival.

 
    Chapter Six
    Jet

 
    I was feeling pretty good about
myself as I headed back to my apartment. The day couldn't have gone better. I
was finally starting to melt the chilly exterior that Natalie had. Although
Natalie had sold me what had to have been an overpriced picture, I would have
gladly paid any amount to see the shocked look on her face. She never believed
for a minute I was going to shell out $300 for her painting.
    I could definitely see talent in
her work, but I was still pretty sure she had tried to rip me off. However, I
was also pretty sure it softened her up enough to ask to be part of her
project. In truth, I wasn't too sure how I felt about being a model, but if
that's what it took to be alone with Natalie, I would do it. I couldn't help
myself, I really liked the girl, but she was impossible to please. She didn't
roll over for me, which was rare. Maybe that was why I liked her so much. Most
of the girls on campus would bend over backwards for me if it meant getting a
date with me. Not even a date, but just to have me talk to them in the hallway.
Insecure girls were incredibly unattractive. If only they knew what it truly
meant to play hard to get. Natalie most definitely had the art down pat; she
may have even invented it.
    I put the key into the lock of my
apartment door and I walked into home sweet home, and saw my roommate, Kyle, on
the couch watching TV. It was one thing that he liked to indulge in the most.
He wasn't just my roommate, though, he was also one of
my teammates. However, he was in a different weight class than I was. But he
was an all-around good guy, and a solid competitor.
    “What's with the perma -grin, man?” Kyle asked.
    I hadn't realized I was grinning
from ear to ear when I walked into the apartment. I probably looked like an
idiot. Not that I cared. I was popular, and it didn't really matter what anyone
else thought of me. But I wiped the grin off my face anyway; there was no need
to let on that I was gaga over a girl.  
    “Ah, nothing.”
    “Did you just get laid, man?
Cause that definitely looks like sex grin,” he joked and winked at me as I made
a beeline for the couch.
    I laughed, “Well I hope I don't
ever go to the supermarket with that grin, ‘cause I'm pretty sure it's my usual
grin.”
    “Well where were you, then?”
    “I was at that art