san

ash

down and dig my heel into the damp dirt, marking my white sneakers. The obnoxious sing-song voices of my

do something else f

e eye contact. The eyes I used to admire are cold and calculating as a slight close-lipped s

d the field, and my eyes widen when I realize why he called my name. Everyone was chosen for teams

ield. Before last week, P.E. was my favorite time because I was able to watch him. But now, when I look at his tall and athletic build, I instantly remember how monstrous he is. The way his straight, white teeth bite on his

e away all of his good outside features, you're left with not

twards and I blink as I see his leg swing back and forward to kick the ball with the tip of his foot. With one eye, I open it back up to see what has happ

nge out. I start to jog with the rest of the students and end up tripping

s surround me as I immediately roll my body off Crayvin's. His eyes narrow and his face has turned a crimson red. He

bout crushed me," he snarls a

lose. We put you as the goalie hoping that the ball couldn't fit around you, but you even managed to fail at that. What a joke." She spits,

f Flas

my shoulder with hers and snapping m

I turn my hea

nd smiles. "Look over there, isn't that th

dy brown hair and blue eyes that I have been admiring the past month strikes the sol

sting my forearms on the bar and

I bring my eyes back to Ta

" Tarra says, and I let out a lo

nd pull some moves on him," I sarcastically

he slightly sticky bartop our elbows rest o

ntarily, before turning my head sid

if you will, was basically the only thing that would take my mind off of my father's death. But a

s like a study of the human body, just one that she particularly likes. "You just don't find sex as fun because you've only hooked up with what's-his

"Okay, okay. Stop, Tarra. I'm not on a quest to get laid to your dismay. Sorry." I shrug my shoulders and turn my at

eans in, her breath hitting my cheeks when she talks. "You're twenty-one. It doesn

o my rose-colored lips and my eyes widen when I observe Tarra smirking and pointing at me. The guy looks up and squints his eyes to do a once o

. My lips open slightly, about to speak, as he takes a seat in Tarra's stool and offers ou

the handshake there, you m

t around my beer. Using my opposite hand, I push back a stra

truding chin. When he smiles, there is slight discoloration to his straight teeth, so he's possibly a smoker, which is a turn off for me. I gen

ying by myself." He nods his head, gesturing to the guy against the wall in a heavy make-out session with a blonde. I can

uts his hand out to help me off the stool. I stand from t

igh heels to make myself appear taller than my actual size. I follow Drew over to the pool tables, grab a cue stic

and you two go against me, or?" Drew qu

the pool table, folds her arms over her chest, and grins. "Believe me, Drew. My sister doesn'

our usual hangout times consisted of either pool or shooting ranges. Grinning, I take my cue stick and lean down, striking the white ball in a brisk motion. The variation of multi-colored

ea what he's

rub the back of his neck as I sink in the black eight ball, wi

things felt easy. I found myself enjoying my time with him and laughing at the small talk that we exchange

urn around and grin, putting my hand out with my palm up. "That will cost

. Warm tingles spread up my wrist as he asks, "W

ucker my lips, making him think that I'm contemplating his offer. "I guess th

a alludes behind us, but by the look in her eyes, she'

His eyes drag back to mine and he notices, "Say, it looks like

ur way or anything," I say, giggli

ah, he does this all the time. He usually

disgust

sweet, and yet, he ha

purse and we walk out of J

y to drive?"

two beers and drank like three wat

e back of the truck and laying on her b

couple of not so subtle, silent glances at one another. By the glint