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Authors: Victoria Adams
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"Sorry about the kiss. It just sort of happened." She stopped by her car.
Robert's grin brightened his face. "Never apologize for kissin' someone. 'Sides, I liked it."
Julie's cheeks flushed. That little grin of yours makes my knees weak . "I have an idea for my English essay."
"Thought ya handed that in Wednesday."
"Yes. No. Not that one. I mean the one that's due in January." She leaned on the passenger door. "I know what I want to write about – you and me. You know, us. Well, not us in the sense of us as a couple, but us as how we're different." Did that make any sense? Try speaking English. "I want to do a social analysis of the differences between North Shore and Westland. What do you think?"
Robert blinked then shook his head. "I think your creative brain is in overdrive." He had trouble concentrating on what Julie said. She looked gut-wrenchingly sexy in her shorts and T-shirt. Her legs were long and tanned and her hair pulled back into a bouncy ponytail that swished like her hips when she walked. Her face glowed in the sunshine. It wasn't covered in layers of makeup, just a touch to add color. He didn't dare look at her T-shirt. The curves were too enticing. "Everybody knows the differences between us. I'm male. You're female. You're rich. I'm not. What else is there?"
"Let me worry about that. I want to do this, but I need your help. I need to understand you. To analyze you. I want to discover why you're who you are. Remember that enigma stuff at lunch?"
"The lunch with the wonderful mushrooms? Who could forget?"
Julie giggled and her laughter brightened Robert's day.
"I want to delve into that situation. What was it that made me assume you'd be a stupid, tough, crude punk, and why aren't you that stereotype?"
"What do ya want me to do?" Not that I could ever refuse ya anythin'.
"Talk to me." She placed a hand on his arm and felt his muscles tense. "I want to ask you stuff about your life. Get you to explain what it's like in North Shore, in a gang, so I can understand the differences between us. How did you become you? I know my story. How does it compare to yours?"
He didn't move. He didn't want to break the spell of her touch. "Can I decide what I don't wanna tell ya?"
"Sure." She released his arm and brushed a stray strand of hair off her face.
Julie's touch lingered on his arm. "No, I mean, I say I don't wanna talk 'bout something, and ya don't pester me on it." Parts of his life were so ugly that if she discovered the truth…. Robert shook his head. He didn't want to consider that moment.
"I'll try not to be a pain. But there's so much about you I want to know. Too many secrets I want to invade." She wondered how far she could press before he walked away.
He looked over to where the game had resumed. "If we're goin' to be hangin' around together, I'd better introduce ya to the guys." With one last lingering glance, he turned and walked back to his friends.
A voice from the crowd asked, "New wide receiver or tight end?"
Robert shook his head. "Ignore them. They can be crude. Guys, this is Julie. And these are the guys." He pointed. "Estes. Pete. Franklin. Paul and the rest."
His friends checked her out – some with smiles, others with leers. With shorts and a T-shirt suddenly too revealing, Julie wished she wore her long, bulky winter coat.
An unnamed player moved closer. "Listen chica, what'cha doing hangin' 'round with him?"
Julie stood back, eyed Robert up and down, turned and winked. "Enjoying the view."
Loud snorts and guffaws erupted from the group. A mixture of emotions swirled through Julie. Joy because she'd been instantly welcomed by Robert's friends. Sadness as she wondered if her friends would ever accept him.
"Movin' up to the big leagues, eh, Robert?" Estes punched his shoulder.
"You should see the women at Westland." He jerked his thumb towards Julie. "This one's the prettiest though."
"Does she play football?" Pete tossed the ball into the air.
"Hey, I'm the only one
Robert's grin brightened his face. "Never apologize for kissin' someone. 'Sides, I liked it."
Julie's cheeks flushed. That little grin of yours makes my knees weak . "I have an idea for my English essay."
"Thought ya handed that in Wednesday."
"Yes. No. Not that one. I mean the one that's due in January." She leaned on the passenger door. "I know what I want to write about – you and me. You know, us. Well, not us in the sense of us as a couple, but us as how we're different." Did that make any sense? Try speaking English. "I want to do a social analysis of the differences between North Shore and Westland. What do you think?"
Robert blinked then shook his head. "I think your creative brain is in overdrive." He had trouble concentrating on what Julie said. She looked gut-wrenchingly sexy in her shorts and T-shirt. Her legs were long and tanned and her hair pulled back into a bouncy ponytail that swished like her hips when she walked. Her face glowed in the sunshine. It wasn't covered in layers of makeup, just a touch to add color. He didn't dare look at her T-shirt. The curves were too enticing. "Everybody knows the differences between us. I'm male. You're female. You're rich. I'm not. What else is there?"
"Let me worry about that. I want to do this, but I need your help. I need to understand you. To analyze you. I want to discover why you're who you are. Remember that enigma stuff at lunch?"
"The lunch with the wonderful mushrooms? Who could forget?"
Julie giggled and her laughter brightened Robert's day.
"I want to delve into that situation. What was it that made me assume you'd be a stupid, tough, crude punk, and why aren't you that stereotype?"
"What do ya want me to do?" Not that I could ever refuse ya anythin'.
"Talk to me." She placed a hand on his arm and felt his muscles tense. "I want to ask you stuff about your life. Get you to explain what it's like in North Shore, in a gang, so I can understand the differences between us. How did you become you? I know my story. How does it compare to yours?"
He didn't move. He didn't want to break the spell of her touch. "Can I decide what I don't wanna tell ya?"
"Sure." She released his arm and brushed a stray strand of hair off her face.
Julie's touch lingered on his arm. "No, I mean, I say I don't wanna talk 'bout something, and ya don't pester me on it." Parts of his life were so ugly that if she discovered the truth…. Robert shook his head. He didn't want to consider that moment.
"I'll try not to be a pain. But there's so much about you I want to know. Too many secrets I want to invade." She wondered how far she could press before he walked away.
He looked over to where the game had resumed. "If we're goin' to be hangin' around together, I'd better introduce ya to the guys." With one last lingering glance, he turned and walked back to his friends.
A voice from the crowd asked, "New wide receiver or tight end?"
Robert shook his head. "Ignore them. They can be crude. Guys, this is Julie. And these are the guys." He pointed. "Estes. Pete. Franklin. Paul and the rest."
His friends checked her out – some with smiles, others with leers. With shorts and a T-shirt suddenly too revealing, Julie wished she wore her long, bulky winter coat.
An unnamed player moved closer. "Listen chica, what'cha doing hangin' 'round with him?"
Julie stood back, eyed Robert up and down, turned and winked. "Enjoying the view."
Loud snorts and guffaws erupted from the group. A mixture of emotions swirled through Julie. Joy because she'd been instantly welcomed by Robert's friends. Sadness as she wondered if her friends would ever accept him.
"Movin' up to the big leagues, eh, Robert?" Estes punched his shoulder.
"You should see the women at Westland." He jerked his thumb towards Julie. "This one's the prettiest though."
"Does she play football?" Pete tossed the ball into the air.
"Hey, I'm the only one
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