I looked at her features: the curve of her jaw; the way her hair floated, feather-like, in the wind; the subtle contours of her face; and wondered if I had made a mistake in letting her go so easily. In the corner of the gym was a slightly built guy, maybe a few inches shorter than me, wearing a brace on his presumably broken nose.
Could it be? Indian Sex Typical renaissance man stuff.”
“Y’know, if you weren’t such a nice guy, I’d think you were a douchebag.” Emily observed while handing me the guitar.
“That’s kinda my thing.” I admitted. If you learn the guitar, you could be the next Sarah McLachlan.”
“Shut up!” She giggled and playfully hit me on the arm.
“C’mon. no, Aaron can do it. The coast seemed to be clear, so I scampered down the tree and sprinted through the neighbors’ yard to my car.
When I sat down in the car, I remembered that Nicole had sent me a text, so I sent her one back.
Me: Ok. She led me into her room and pushed me onto the bed.
“Stay right there.” She ordered while she went to her closet.
