“What?” She asked breathlessly, blushing deep. I made my move. Xxnx “What?” She asked breathlessly, blushing deep. Do you know where the trash can is?” I asked interrupting her current conversation with Tim. “Are you going to stand up?”
“No.” I said enjoying her discomfort more than I should have been. “Yes I have.” She lied. She was this awkward, snotty girl with a bad Tootsie Pop addiction, wearing a Star Wars graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. She got an allowance of twenty dollars a week. “Ramona. “Your parent’s won’t even let you look at boys.” “So. “Do you want to play checkers?” She asked after a few moments of silence. You haven’t.” I scoffed. But as her mouth began to catch on and her soft lips closed around my bottom lip I could care less where my hands started
