It's not right, man,” Jay said, following my stare. “Some guys have all the luck.”
“What?” I finally broke my trance to look at Jay.
“That guy, the drummer? Get this. He's a killer musician, he gets tons of chicks, his dad's loaded, and as if that wasn't enough, he's got a friggin' English accent!”
I had to smile at Jay's mix of envy and admiration.
“What's his name?” I hollered as the third song started.
“Kaidan Rowe. Oh, and that's another thing. A cool name! Bastard.”
“How do you spell it?” I asked. It sounded like Ky-den.
Jay spelled it for me. “It's A-I, like Thai food,” he explained.
Kai, like Thai, only yummier. Gah! Who was this girl invading my brain?

Autore: Wendy Higgins

It's not right, man,” Jay said, following my stare. “Some guys have all the luck.”<br />“What?” I finally broke my trance to look at Jay.<br />“That guy, the drummer? Get this. He's a killer musician, he gets tons of chicks, his dad's loaded, and as if that wasn't enough, he's got a friggin' English accent!”<br />I had to smile at Jay's mix of envy and admiration.<br />“What's his name?” I hollered as the third song started.<br />“Kaidan Rowe. Oh, and that's another thing. A cool name! Bastard.”<br />“How do you spell it?” I asked. It sounded like <i>Ky-den.</i><br />Jay spelled it for me. “It's A-I, like Thai food,” he explained.<br />Kai, like Thai, only yummier. Gah! Who was this girl invading my brain? - Wendy Higgins




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