Chapter 9

She blushes when she sees me, making everything inside me feel weird. I’m not sure what the fuck the reaction is. No girl has ever given me this kind of immediate internal flip-over, and I do not like it. Swallowing hard, I push out this stupid feeling, these crazy thoughts, and scan her face instead. Pretty hard to do while those eyes are focused on me intensely, and I am rooted to the spot, caught in her spell.

“Hey, how you doing?” I say the first thing that comes to mind and try not to cringe at my lameness.

I sound completely predictable, and it’s the worst line ever. She’s gone back to looking down at what she is doing, and for a moment, I forget my mom is even standing beside me. So focused on that face and a little shell-shocked by my reaction to her. She looks young, unsure, guarded, and with those dazzling blues off me, I can appreciate the pouted mouth, slender face, and high cheekbones of a girl who probably models for a living. She has the face and the body