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Authors: Glenda Leznoff
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matches like everybody else. I toss a pack onto the table and say, “You know she likes you.”
“Who?”
I roll my eyes. He knows exactly who I’m talking about. “Julia,” I say. Ian turns his head away, like he’s bored with the topic. “She has a crush on you.”
“Is that what she told you?” Ian asks.
“I don’t talk to her.”
Ian lights up and takes a drag. “If she has a crush on me, how come she’s never my partner in drama?”
“Because she’s avoiding you,” I explain.
“Because she likes me so much,” he says sarcastically.
“No, because of me, you dork. Because most of the time, you’re partners with me. But if you weren’t with me, she’d be on you like a fly on shit.”
Ian laughs. I sigh. Guys are so dumb. They don’t have a clue about the way the female mind works, which is far more complicated than the male mind. It’s why male birds aremore colorful than female birds. Because, basically, they’re stupider, and if it wasn’t for their flashy looks, the females would probably peck them to death. I stare at Ian and wonder why I even bother. Finally, I say, “In case you haven’t noticed, Julia watches you all the time, but she pretends she’s doesn’t. She’s sneaky. She’s one of those uppity, brainy, goody-two-shoes girls who thinks she’s better than everyone else. And she probably walks by your house late at night.”
“Like she’s spying on me.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“But not like you, when you showed up at my house,” Ian says, smirking.
“I wasn’t spying,” I snap. “I just happened to be in the neighborhood, that’s all.”
Ian throws his head back and laughs.
“Fuck you,” I say. I know he’s playing with me, but this thing with Julia really pisses me off. I walk over to the table and help myself to one of Ian’s cigarettes. He stands up. I think he’s going to light it for me, but instead, he takes it out of my mouth, tosses it onto the table and kisses me. Just like that. In the middle of an argument. He just leans in and gives me this long, slow, sensual kiss. His mouth tastes like cigarettes, but I don’t care because I’ve never been with a guy who’s this sexy. I don’t even have time to think before his hands are traveling down my back, sliding over my bum, pulling me in tight, tangling me up into his body. And he’s kissingme the whole time, devouring me like a pastry. When his tongue slips into my mouth, my thighs squeeze together and my mind turns to mush. I feel the heat of his body through his T-shirt and his hard-on through his jeans. When we finally pull apart, we’re both panting, like we’ve been running a long-distance marathon.
I stare into his crazy ice-blue eyes and say, “You wanna go down to the basement?” I can’t believe I’m saying that, because I’m not usually so … slutty, but the way Ian kisses, I can’t help myself. I want to make out till our lips get raw.
Ian smiles and stubs out his cigarette, and we’re about to go downstairs when the front door opens and Buzz blasts into the kitchen holding a shopping bag. Damn!
“Guess what I got,” Buzz says, ripping into his bag. He yanks out a pair of hockey skates and thrusts them at Ian, not even fazed by the fact that he’s never met Ian before. “Bauers,” he says proudly.
“Cool,” Ian says.
Ma says, “Hello. Is that your motorcycle in the driveway?” She’s doesn’t sound too thrilled. I make introductions. Ma offers Ian a snack, but he says he has to go. I walk him outside, and we share a secret smile because we both know what we’d rather be doing. I say, “See you in school.” Ian grins, climbs onto his bike and zooms down the street. I watch until he turns the corner, and I’m like a pressure cooker, with the steam bubbling up in my body and then screaming out thetop of my head because—oh my God—he kissed me! He actually kissed me! And he’s the hottest kisser ever!
I close my eyes and sigh, and then I hear music
“Who?”
I roll my eyes. He knows exactly who I’m talking about. “Julia,” I say. Ian turns his head away, like he’s bored with the topic. “She has a crush on you.”
“Is that what she told you?” Ian asks.
“I don’t talk to her.”
Ian lights up and takes a drag. “If she has a crush on me, how come she’s never my partner in drama?”
“Because she’s avoiding you,” I explain.
“Because she likes me so much,” he says sarcastically.
“No, because of me, you dork. Because most of the time, you’re partners with me. But if you weren’t with me, she’d be on you like a fly on shit.”
Ian laughs. I sigh. Guys are so dumb. They don’t have a clue about the way the female mind works, which is far more complicated than the male mind. It’s why male birds aremore colorful than female birds. Because, basically, they’re stupider, and if it wasn’t for their flashy looks, the females would probably peck them to death. I stare at Ian and wonder why I even bother. Finally, I say, “In case you haven’t noticed, Julia watches you all the time, but she pretends she’s doesn’t. She’s sneaky. She’s one of those uppity, brainy, goody-two-shoes girls who thinks she’s better than everyone else. And she probably walks by your house late at night.”
“Like she’s spying on me.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“But not like you, when you showed up at my house,” Ian says, smirking.
“I wasn’t spying,” I snap. “I just happened to be in the neighborhood, that’s all.”
Ian throws his head back and laughs.
“Fuck you,” I say. I know he’s playing with me, but this thing with Julia really pisses me off. I walk over to the table and help myself to one of Ian’s cigarettes. He stands up. I think he’s going to light it for me, but instead, he takes it out of my mouth, tosses it onto the table and kisses me. Just like that. In the middle of an argument. He just leans in and gives me this long, slow, sensual kiss. His mouth tastes like cigarettes, but I don’t care because I’ve never been with a guy who’s this sexy. I don’t even have time to think before his hands are traveling down my back, sliding over my bum, pulling me in tight, tangling me up into his body. And he’s kissingme the whole time, devouring me like a pastry. When his tongue slips into my mouth, my thighs squeeze together and my mind turns to mush. I feel the heat of his body through his T-shirt and his hard-on through his jeans. When we finally pull apart, we’re both panting, like we’ve been running a long-distance marathon.
I stare into his crazy ice-blue eyes and say, “You wanna go down to the basement?” I can’t believe I’m saying that, because I’m not usually so … slutty, but the way Ian kisses, I can’t help myself. I want to make out till our lips get raw.
Ian smiles and stubs out his cigarette, and we’re about to go downstairs when the front door opens and Buzz blasts into the kitchen holding a shopping bag. Damn!
“Guess what I got,” Buzz says, ripping into his bag. He yanks out a pair of hockey skates and thrusts them at Ian, not even fazed by the fact that he’s never met Ian before. “Bauers,” he says proudly.
“Cool,” Ian says.
Ma says, “Hello. Is that your motorcycle in the driveway?” She’s doesn’t sound too thrilled. I make introductions. Ma offers Ian a snack, but he says he has to go. I walk him outside, and we share a secret smile because we both know what we’d rather be doing. I say, “See you in school.” Ian grins, climbs onto his bike and zooms down the street. I watch until he turns the corner, and I’m like a pressure cooker, with the steam bubbling up in my body and then screaming out thetop of my head because—oh my God—he kissed me! He actually kissed me! And he’s the hottest kisser ever!
I close my eyes and sigh, and then I hear music
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