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me stop— if she made me stop.
In my head, I was cursing out all
the people that voted for the “three minutes” in heaven, rather than the seven.
I hated them all. I wanted more time in heaven with this cinnamon-flavored,
purring girl.
My teammates cheered in the open
doorway, whooping and chanting like I’d made a goal on the ice. That made me finally pull away from delicious Ally.
I lowered my forehead against hers,
both of us out of breath and panting. I whispered in her ear, “That went by way
too fast.”
That seemed to wake her out of her
breathless kiss-daze. (Kind of weird my teammates’ chanting didn’t, but hey,
I’m a good kisser.) She scrambled away from me and out of the closet like it
was on fire.
My chest rose and fell as I watched
her go.
I drew out an amused, frustrated
sigh, because, well, she ran from me—yet again . But hey, at least she’d let me do all that kissing
stuff—with my tongue and everything. She hadn’t run away during that .
I left the closet with a big happy
smile on my face, smelling like cinnamon; liking this game, strange
as it was … people waiting around while you kiss in a closet. Most
hockey parties don’t go like that—you like a girl, you kiss her, that’s it.… But then again, you don’t end up getting to kiss girls
like Ally Grange that way, because her boyfriend wouldn’t get called into a
closet, and she wouldn’t need to show him he’s a moron.
So yeah, I liked the game.
CHAPTER 16
After my three minutes in heaven, I
stuck around the party. Mostly because I enjoyed sneaking
looks at glowing Ally. She was glowing. And her friends kept telling her. I think they mostly did that to make
Poser mad—but it only made me smile.
So did her blushing over her
friends’ gushing. (The girl has a great blush.)
Her friends kept telling her stuff
like, “You’re beaming.” And, “Wow. That must have been some kiss.” They were
doing it in fake whispers. So Poser could hear. And he did—hear them.
Even I could hear them
sometimes, and I was across the room with my friends—eavesdropping.
Though so were my friends. Sort of. They would hear
what Ally’s friends were saying, then give me a fist pound.
They were all astonished I picked
Ally to go into the closet with, of course. Though they thought it was
hilarious, and entirely just a joke to spin-up Poser. They thought that’s the
only reason I did it. The sad thing was, I figured that’s what Ally thought
too.
But, no shock to anyone, my picking
Ally did wind-up Poser. So did
Ally, herself . She was totally giving him the cold
treatment, just talking with her friends and pretty much acting like he didn’t
exist (but also kind of like she wanted to slap him—man, I wanted to see
that. Bad.)
Poser’s face was turning all
splotchy and red and he looked like he might cry any second. But hey, he
shouldn’t have gone into the closet with another girl. He was lucky Ally didn’t
kiss every guy in the room.
I kept glancing at Ally. I knew she
could feel my eyes on her, the way she kept ceasing to breathe and flushing whenever I looked
her way, but she refused to acknowledge my gaze, even when her friends nudged
her, whispering about me. Still, she’d look anywhere but at me.
Then once, finally, I looked up and
caught her sneaking a look at me from across the room. Finally! Our eyes met
for a second. A smile spread on my lips like I just won a trip to the moon. She
looked away lightening fast, of course, but not before I gave her a wink.
Man, I dug the girl.
Just catching her looking at me
unexpectedly like that made my pulse thump. And now—wild—a piece of
my heart was twisting and convulsing, longing for her. What the—???
Hailey caught my moment of awed
confusion. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “She’s not your type, Griffin. Do
you—and her—and all of
us—a favor and knock it off.”
I gave a confused laugh. “Knock
what off?”
“The worshipping.”
Oh
In my head, I was cursing out all
the people that voted for the “three minutes” in heaven, rather than the seven.
I hated them all. I wanted more time in heaven with this cinnamon-flavored,
purring girl.
My teammates cheered in the open
doorway, whooping and chanting like I’d made a goal on the ice. That made me finally pull away from delicious Ally.
I lowered my forehead against hers,
both of us out of breath and panting. I whispered in her ear, “That went by way
too fast.”
That seemed to wake her out of her
breathless kiss-daze. (Kind of weird my teammates’ chanting didn’t, but hey,
I’m a good kisser.) She scrambled away from me and out of the closet like it
was on fire.
My chest rose and fell as I watched
her go.
I drew out an amused, frustrated
sigh, because, well, she ran from me—yet again . But hey, at least she’d let me do all that kissing
stuff—with my tongue and everything. She hadn’t run away during that .
I left the closet with a big happy
smile on my face, smelling like cinnamon; liking this game, strange
as it was … people waiting around while you kiss in a closet. Most
hockey parties don’t go like that—you like a girl, you kiss her, that’s it.… But then again, you don’t end up getting to kiss girls
like Ally Grange that way, because her boyfriend wouldn’t get called into a
closet, and she wouldn’t need to show him he’s a moron.
So yeah, I liked the game.
CHAPTER 16
After my three minutes in heaven, I
stuck around the party. Mostly because I enjoyed sneaking
looks at glowing Ally. She was glowing. And her friends kept telling her. I think they mostly did that to make
Poser mad—but it only made me smile.
So did her blushing over her
friends’ gushing. (The girl has a great blush.)
Her friends kept telling her stuff
like, “You’re beaming.” And, “Wow. That must have been some kiss.” They were
doing it in fake whispers. So Poser could hear. And he did—hear them.
Even I could hear them
sometimes, and I was across the room with my friends—eavesdropping.
Though so were my friends. Sort of. They would hear
what Ally’s friends were saying, then give me a fist pound.
They were all astonished I picked
Ally to go into the closet with, of course. Though they thought it was
hilarious, and entirely just a joke to spin-up Poser. They thought that’s the
only reason I did it. The sad thing was, I figured that’s what Ally thought
too.
But, no shock to anyone, my picking
Ally did wind-up Poser. So did
Ally, herself . She was totally giving him the cold
treatment, just talking with her friends and pretty much acting like he didn’t
exist (but also kind of like she wanted to slap him—man, I wanted to see
that. Bad.)
Poser’s face was turning all
splotchy and red and he looked like he might cry any second. But hey, he
shouldn’t have gone into the closet with another girl. He was lucky Ally didn’t
kiss every guy in the room.
I kept glancing at Ally. I knew she
could feel my eyes on her, the way she kept ceasing to breathe and flushing whenever I looked
her way, but she refused to acknowledge my gaze, even when her friends nudged
her, whispering about me. Still, she’d look anywhere but at me.
Then once, finally, I looked up and
caught her sneaking a look at me from across the room. Finally! Our eyes met
for a second. A smile spread on my lips like I just won a trip to the moon. She
looked away lightening fast, of course, but not before I gave her a wink.
Man, I dug the girl.
Just catching her looking at me
unexpectedly like that made my pulse thump. And now—wild—a piece of
my heart was twisting and convulsing, longing for her. What the—???
Hailey caught my moment of awed
confusion. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “She’s not your type, Griffin. Do
you—and her—and all of
us—a favor and knock it off.”
I gave a confused laugh. “Knock
what off?”
“The worshipping.”
Oh
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