Peanut Butter Conversion

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"So, I don't think you and I are going to work out," I said, spooning a large glob of peanut butter into my mouth as I sat on Matt's bed.

Matt cocked a brow and jutted out a lip. "Why do you say that?"

I turned the peanut butter jar around to face Matt, "You are a Petar Pan man...and I am a JIF girl."

Matt started laughing and shook his head, "You and your peanut butter theories...you are so cute."

"This is no laughing matter Matthew, this is a serious problem," I said, trying to show him I meant business by calling him by his full name.

"And how is that a problem?" he asked cocking a brow.

"Peanut butter brands are like sports teams. Family members or couples need to be rooting for the same team. Otherwise, it could just get ugly," I said, spooning another glob into my mouth.

Matt sat down and stuck a butter knife into my jar of peanut butter, spreading some on to two slices of bread before slapping them together in a sandwich. "It's just peanut butter," he said, licking the knife.

I stared at him for a moment to see if he was joking...he was not. "We just discussed my views on peanut butter, I can't believe you just said that."

Matt chuckled and leaned over, giving me a soft kiss, "Fine, you win, I'll convert."

I smiled, "You would change peanut butters for me?"

Matt nodded, "What do I get in return?" he said with a smirk.

I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before spooning another glob of peanut butter into my mouth.

"A kiss on the cheek? That's it? I converted for you, woman!" he teased.

"Well, I've never done this sort of thing before. What kind of payment is acceptable for a peanut butter conversion?"

Matt smirked before taking the jar of peanut butter from me and setting it down on the bedside table. "I've never done this sort of thing before either, but I DEFINITLY think one of these is called for," he said before cupping my chin in his hand and pulling my lips to his. "And some of this..." he whispered before running his tongue along my bottom lip begging for entry, which I quickly granted. Soon, he pushed me back to lay on the bed, and his lips traveled down my jaw to my neck, gently nipping strategically over sensitive spots with his teeth. Before I knew it, my peanut butter payment had developed into a full-on make-out session, not that I was complaining...quite the opposite actually, until Matt suddenly flew off me.

"SHIT!" Matt growled, pulling his shirt back over his head. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"

I sat up and cocked my brow, confused. "What? What's wrong?"

"We are late!" he said, pulling me up from the bed and handing me my backpack. I glanced over to the clock...2 minutes till...there was no way we would make it in time for class.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" I said, repeating his previous chant as I fixed my disheveled pony tail and tucked my blouse back into my skirt.

"Oh my God, your brother is going to KILL me," he said, opening his door for me as I ran out.

"That's not true..." Matt glanced over at me and cocked a brow. "He is going to kill us BOTH," I said.

Matt groaned. "I am so sorry, Cece. I should have been watching the time," he said as we both sprinted across campus toward class.

"It was worth it," I said, flashing him a smile as we ran in through the doors of the school.

Matt and I quickly stopped at our lockers to grab our book for Joe's class before walking the last leg of our perp walk to class.

"This probably wasn't the best way to convince your brothers to let you go out on a date with me this weekend," Matt said as we rounded the last corner to class.

"What were we going to do anyway?" I asked, slightly curious now.

"Well, there is a party...I didn't know if you were into that sort of thing but..."

"Sounds good" I said cutting him off.

"If they let you go."

I smiled. "They don't have to know." I said flashing Matt a smirk as I opened the door to class.

We were immediately greeted by a glare from Joe. "You are both late," he said sounding irritated. Matt and I quickly made our way to our seats. "I want to see you both after class" he added before returning to the lesson.

Shit

Why is it that on any ordinary day class seems to drag on forever but when you hear the words "I want to see you after class" time seems to fly? It felt like only minutes passed before the bell rang signaling the end of the period and everyone, besides Matt and myself, quickly stuffed their things into their bags and shuffled out of the classroom. Matt and I sat in our seats exchanging glances as Joe finished looking over a paper at his desk...the silence was maddening, the anticipation of punishment is often more torturous than the punishment itself. Joe finished grading the paper and set down his pen before standing from his desk and coming to stand in the space between where Matt and I sat. He crossed his arms across his chest and took a moment to stare each of us down before speaking.

"You were both ten minutes late for class, why?" Joe asked his tone sharp.

"I'm sorry, we got to talking at lunch and just kind of lost track of time," I said only half lying.

We did TECHNICALLY talk.

Joe cocked a brow clearly not convinced and turned his glare to Matt. "And where did you go for lunch?"

I said a silent prayer hoping that Matt would realize that honesty, especially in this case, was not always the best policy.

"The west courtyard," Matt replied.

Genius! The farthest courtyard from the school, no one goes there for lunch, so no one would be able to confirm or deny seeing us there. I smiled internally.

"Mmmhmm, and why on earth would you go to the west courtyard for lunch?" Joe questioned still not convinced in the least.

"It's my favorite on campus Sir, and the best to picnic in," Matt replied not missing a step.

"Cecelia...picnic?" Joe questioned now even less convinced that our story was truthful. I hated picnics, truth be told I wasn't a sandwich girl and the idea of sitting on the ground eating food and having bugs potentially crawl up my skirt was not really my idea of romance.

"Well, that was my plan," Matt said "we had to amend the plan a bit and sit on one of the benches and she didn't so much have a sandwich as she did eat the peanut butter straight from the jar."

Man this boy could think on his feet! And throwing that tidbit of peanut butter knowledge in there was pure magic...I could actually see Joe's face turn as he started to believe him.

Joe sighed, deciding to accept the story. "Regardless, you were both ten minutes late for class, it is unacceptable. You have both been marked truant for today's session."

In Chilton, if you are more than five minutes late for a class and do not produce a tardy slip you are marked "truant" for that session, which basically means you skipped class. Truancy was also a counted offense, meaning it is up to the teacher's discretion whether or not to punish you for the individual truancy but they add up on your report per term. Two truancy marks in a term automatically buys you time with the belt.

Joe walked over to his desk and filled out a tardy slip, "Get to class, we will discuss this more at home."

Fantastic...can't wait for that little discussion. Matt and I quickly grabbed our bags and started to stand from our seats.

"Matthew, you stay," Joe said walking back over to his desk and leafing through a notebook to mark our truancy.

I looked at Matt before sitting back down. No way was I leaving him to be interrogated by Joe.

Joe looked up to find me sitting . "Cecelia, go to class," he said now sounding slightly irritated.

"Go Cee, I'm fine," Matt whispered.

I shook my head. "No, why does Matt have to stay?" I questioned, regretting my words the moment they left my mouth.

Joe's head immediately shot up and he met my eyes with a glare. "Why I asked him to stay does not concern you, now get to class before I change my mind about the tardy slip and let you receive your second truancy today."

I looked over at Matt again. "Go!" he whispered more sternly this time and I sighed in defeat. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder before walking up to Joe's desk and retrieving the tardy slip from him and walking out without another word.

After my last class I walked to my locker unloading any unnecessary books and filling my bag with any homework before quickly walking out of the building and heading for Matt's dorm. I had to know what Joe said after I left class.

"CeCe! Wait up!" yelled Morgan as she ran up behind me. "Where are you going, I was going to head over to your house I need your help on a paper."

"I'm running to Matt's and I'm not supposed to make plans the boys want to talk...boys," I crinkled my nose thinking of the awkward conversations in my future. "Plus, I'm fairly certain I am in some trouble, I got truancy today."

"Yikes, who gave you truancy?" Morgan asked looking concerned.

"Joe," I said picking up my pace towards Matt's room. "On second thought, drop by in a bit, pretend you came unannounced, it might save me from some awkward conversations."

Morgan giggled, "I can do that, then in return you can help me on my paper."

"Deal," I said shooting her a smile.

"K, see you in a bit!" Morgan said taking off in the opposite direction toward her house.

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