Nick ran smack into me.
"Ooof!" he hollered, grabbing me around the waist to keep me from falling down the rest of the staircase.
That's when I realized Mom thought Nick and I were going on a date together.
Quickly Nick let me go.He looked huge, frowning down at me from the step above. "Why are you stopping in the middle of the stairs?"
"Why are you tailgating me?"
He put his hand behind me, at butt level, without touching me. "What is that?" he demanded.
I bent a little and slapped my butt, "Something the heir to a meat fortune should know all about. USDA grade-A prime,baby." I straightened. "Just kidding. Really, it's my butt."
He put his hands on his hips, and from below I noticed his strong superhero chin again.He grumbled, "Why do you have 'boy toy' written across your butt?"
"Oh!" I put my hand over the words, realizing that I probably should have been embarrassed about this sooner. "These are my brother's jeans. He wrote it to annoy me. Or to get me a date.
And then my mom called, "Have fun on your date, Hayden!"
Another step down and I thought, Good.Mom is mistaken and has led Nick to believe I'm going on a date.
One more step down and I thought,Oh no,Mom has led Nick believe I'm going on a date!"
Nick was giving me the same look. And this time,instead of being taken aback or feeling squicky about it,my heart raced and my face grew hot. My body's response to the call of Nick.
Jennifer EcholsThen he folded his arms on his chest, so his biceps strained at the sleeves of his t-shirt, courtesy of the arm curl machine.
Jennifer EcholsHis boots crunched behind me.
"And stop following me!" I yelled over my shoulder.
"I'm not following you.Stop walking in front of me.
Cold and anger were not a good mix.
"Hayden," Nick called from behind me.
Oh, good! Just what this walk needed: a double-shot of ex to go with that cold and anger.
Let me get this straight.Your lunchroom speech went a little something like this." I put my hands out on front of me like I was a Roman Orator enunciating for the crowd. "I, Nick Krieger,defender of women, would never denounce the crotch. I am above the crotch.
Jennifer EcholsBut you know what? They all grinned at me in welcome,and Josh even scooted over to make room for me on the bench. At least I knew who my true friends were. Feeling grateful and loved,I sat down
THPPPPTHPPPPTHPPPPT! I farted. Or so it seemed.
The boys died laughing.I pulled the whoopee cushion out from under me and flung it on the table,which only sent them into another paroxysm.
"Nick-Kriger-is-behind-you," Josh gasped between giggles. "He totally heard it over Galaga.Do you still want us to look without looking like we're looking?" This sent them into yet another laughing fit.
"But don't worry," one of his friends said. "We'll act like we think you're hot."
They all snorted and dabbed at their eyes faux-girlishly with paper napkins from the holder. Then,as if on cue, they started their rythmic heavy breathing,and I knew one of Josh's raps was coming. The people in the booths around us turned to look, if they weren't already staring at us outright because of the whoopee cushion.
It was Gavin's turn to look perplexed. "You're from Tennessee?"
"Of course she's from Tennessee," Nick said."Why do you think we always make fun of her accent?"
Gavin shrugged. "Because it's there?
You know what I think?" Chloe asked. She was going to tell me whether I wanted to know or not. "I think you've both built up enormous amounts of sexual tension since your session in the sauna was cut short last night,and you won't get along until you let it out. You need to make out with him. Take control.
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