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really didn’t matter to me. Besides, I wouldn’t meet anyone I could carry a conversation with, but Jack kept working the room like a rock star.
Most of the guys called him “Coop.” I chuckled to myself. I had actually imagined he had a nickname and sure enough, he did. I didn’t care for it and immediately knew I would never call him “Coop.”
For Jack’s sake, I tried to be interested in his friends. The first person to stand out to me was a girl named Claire. She wasn’t Clairisa, Clarabelle, or ClaraLou…she was simply Claire. I could tell we would get along the moment she said she couldn’t wait to graduate and leave this “pathetic little town,” and those were her words not mine. She asked how in the world I could handle leaving California for Montana. I told her I couldn’t and to watch out for the spontaneous combustion that might occur at any moment. She got a good laugh at that and seemed to appreciate my sarcastic humor.
Claire was pretty short, shorter than my five foot, seven inches and like me, she was slender. Her hair was long, ash blond, with soft light blond highlights. Her eyes were hazel with sparks of gold. She was as tan as if she had been hanging out on a beach with me in California. She wore very little makeup which made sense since she had the most stunning natural beauty I had ever seen.
Another girl who caught my attention was a girl named Sallie. She had the most interesting color of hair and eyes I had ever seen. Her hair was long and two shades deeper than a pumpkin. Her hair looked naturally wavy, like what I called beach hair. Her tan skin looked like it had just been kissed by the sun. Like Claire, she wore very little makeup nor did she need to. Her beauty was natural. Her pale green eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she loved life. She was dressed as if she were off to a rodeo. Her giggle was infectious, and I didn’t know how anyone couldn’t help but smile when she was in the room. She seemed like a sweet little girl trapped in a maturing body, a body most guys were very much noticing. She was humble and didn’t have a clue as to the depth of her beauty. She was funny and I couldn’t help but like her if not envy her.
Charles Zemeckis went by the name “Zeek.” He was a stout, chubby guy, with a baby face. He made everyone laugh because he was always either telling a joke or playing a practical joke on someone. It seemed he was either truly the life of the party, or wanted to be. Either way he was well received by everyone around him. His hair was banana blond and his eyes were robin egg blue. He had a small gap in his two front teeth. When he laughed, it was more like a roar. I overheard something about Zeek and football— the center? I liked him, too. He was all eyes for Sallie but she didn’t seem to notice.
And then there was Mimi. Mimi—I did not like. Mimi’s real name was Martha. I had no idea why she went by Mimi. Martha was a far better name. Mimi prattled on about anything and everything. If her face matched how smokin’ hot her body was, every guy in the room would have dropped to their knees. She was blond, but not in the natural way that I was. It was a poor woman’s version of salon highlights. Her roots were super dark. She wore so much eye makeup that I didn’t even notice what color her eyes were. There was no missing her lips though, as they were lacquered with dark burgundy lipstick. She loved being the center of attention. She thought she was the most intelligent person in town, but as I listened, I knew she really didn’t know what she was talking about. No one else noticed her lack of intelligence; but then again, they weren’t actually listening.
Lastly, I met Andrew McKenzie—known as “Mac.” Mac was the football team’s quarterback. I had to admit, he rivaled Jack’s good looks. His coal black hair was wavy hair and his eyes sky blue. He was about Jack’s height and build. I wondered if
Most of the guys called him “Coop.” I chuckled to myself. I had actually imagined he had a nickname and sure enough, he did. I didn’t care for it and immediately knew I would never call him “Coop.”
For Jack’s sake, I tried to be interested in his friends. The first person to stand out to me was a girl named Claire. She wasn’t Clairisa, Clarabelle, or ClaraLou…she was simply Claire. I could tell we would get along the moment she said she couldn’t wait to graduate and leave this “pathetic little town,” and those were her words not mine. She asked how in the world I could handle leaving California for Montana. I told her I couldn’t and to watch out for the spontaneous combustion that might occur at any moment. She got a good laugh at that and seemed to appreciate my sarcastic humor.
Claire was pretty short, shorter than my five foot, seven inches and like me, she was slender. Her hair was long, ash blond, with soft light blond highlights. Her eyes were hazel with sparks of gold. She was as tan as if she had been hanging out on a beach with me in California. She wore very little makeup which made sense since she had the most stunning natural beauty I had ever seen.
Another girl who caught my attention was a girl named Sallie. She had the most interesting color of hair and eyes I had ever seen. Her hair was long and two shades deeper than a pumpkin. Her hair looked naturally wavy, like what I called beach hair. Her tan skin looked like it had just been kissed by the sun. Like Claire, she wore very little makeup nor did she need to. Her beauty was natural. Her pale green eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she loved life. She was dressed as if she were off to a rodeo. Her giggle was infectious, and I didn’t know how anyone couldn’t help but smile when she was in the room. She seemed like a sweet little girl trapped in a maturing body, a body most guys were very much noticing. She was humble and didn’t have a clue as to the depth of her beauty. She was funny and I couldn’t help but like her if not envy her.
Charles Zemeckis went by the name “Zeek.” He was a stout, chubby guy, with a baby face. He made everyone laugh because he was always either telling a joke or playing a practical joke on someone. It seemed he was either truly the life of the party, or wanted to be. Either way he was well received by everyone around him. His hair was banana blond and his eyes were robin egg blue. He had a small gap in his two front teeth. When he laughed, it was more like a roar. I overheard something about Zeek and football— the center? I liked him, too. He was all eyes for Sallie but she didn’t seem to notice.
And then there was Mimi. Mimi—I did not like. Mimi’s real name was Martha. I had no idea why she went by Mimi. Martha was a far better name. Mimi prattled on about anything and everything. If her face matched how smokin’ hot her body was, every guy in the room would have dropped to their knees. She was blond, but not in the natural way that I was. It was a poor woman’s version of salon highlights. Her roots were super dark. She wore so much eye makeup that I didn’t even notice what color her eyes were. There was no missing her lips though, as they were lacquered with dark burgundy lipstick. She loved being the center of attention. She thought she was the most intelligent person in town, but as I listened, I knew she really didn’t know what she was talking about. No one else noticed her lack of intelligence; but then again, they weren’t actually listening.
Lastly, I met Andrew McKenzie—known as “Mac.” Mac was the football team’s quarterback. I had to admit, he rivaled Jack’s good looks. His coal black hair was wavy hair and his eyes sky blue. He was about Jack’s height and build. I wondered if
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