Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

She giggled. "What can I say? Love is confusing."

“Aw no! Are you falling for me?!” He readjusted hisbhead in the crook of her neck.

Paige felt her heart jump. "I guess I am," she said softly, genuinely.

“A few days ago, you hated me,” he chuckled.

"Hated? That's a strong word," she replied.

“Sure but let’s be real here… I certainly was not on your list of favorite people in fact I was near top on those you don’t favor,”

"Who says?" she murmured. She couldn't stop thinking of the moment they'd had in the kitchen. He'd clearly tugged on her shirt… Had he wanted her to take it off? She pushed the thought away for the time being.

"Me, logic, everyone… I'm the football guy that people assume is too cool to know how to be nice or something…"

"Okay, maybe…" she admitted.

“See! Now you claim to be falling for a guy you hate…” he smiled victoriously.

Paige sighed. "Would you just let it go?" she asked, trying to hide her smile.

"Nope! Never! You gave into the unsuspecting quarterback cliche,"

Her smile broke through. "Fine, I guess I did."

"I would like to question why because I can be quite the jerk but…" He shrugged jokingly.

"Well, I'm pretty accustomed to that, and there's no way you can be that bad."

"How would you know?! I could be the meanest and just be a really good actor,"

"Oh, you're not the meanest by far," she retorted playfully but hiding a serious tone.

He moved closer and whispered, "Prove it,"

Her heart leapt. "I… I mean… you haven't cheated on me."

"Yeah… First of all, though you're correct, you can't prove that and it's only been a few days."

"But still," she countered.

"But still you haven't proven I'm not mean,"

"You talked to me. Everyone always ignores me. And you ignored your friends instead."

“I did ignore my friends… to talk to you… how do you know it’s not fake?”

"Because we're here now. If that doesn't say anything, I don't know what does," she whispered happily, cupping his cheek with her hand.

“Okay fine, I give up,” he laughed.

"Are you trying to convince me to think you're mean?" she asked softly, confused.

“Yes kind of…” he giggled.

"Why?" she chirped.

“It’s funny. Everyone thinks I’m either super mean or perfectly nice… I want you to think both,” he couldn’t stop laughing.