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Authors: Pamela DuMond
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Oconomowoc, my Wisconsin hometown. Where lemons didn’t smell lemony and I already knew and had turned down the majority of the Alpha Boys. “Look Alejandro, Alex, whatever I should call you…”
“Call me whenever you want.”
“…I’m not a wuss. I’m simply the new girl in town for summer session at USCLA who had one bad night.”
Make that two nights in a row.
“Thank you for helping me,” I said. “That’s why I went to the Grill. To thank you. And now you can leave.”
“You’re welcome. But I’m not leaving without an explanation why you left the Grill with your weird ‘the other night never happened’ remark.”
“Fine. You’re obviously a guy who has a lot of stuff going on, a lot of chicks coming and going, no pun intended.” I stared up into his beautiful, now frowning face.
“How do you know the number of chicks I have coming and going?”
I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. I’m too young and I’m also too old for these kinds of games. You need to go back to the Grill, find a hot girl, maybe that raven-haired one that was all over you. You need to drive her some place, bang her and carve another notch in your belt.”
“Are you talking about Lucina?” he asked. “The girl with the dark short hair who kind of looks like me?”
Maybe she did kind of look like him.
“What’s her name who was swirled all over you like icing on a freshly baked cinnamon roll.”
Alex laughed out loud. Then covered his mouth and laughed with a snort. The same way I did. “Lucina’s my cousin. Yes, she’s gorgeous. She’s also a lesbian. She pulls the whole fake seduction thing with me every time she meets a new girl that she’s interested in and wants to test her. Will that girl fight for her attention? Or see her with me and simply let it go? Her technique separates the serious suitors from the ‘maybe-I’d-be into it for a night’ bi-curiosity.”
“Oh,” I said. “Smart on her part. Good technique.”
“Right now, Bonita, I’m not seriously involved with any girl.”
So—how many girls he was not seriously involved with? I stared at his chin because I couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I know about the Drivers. I know you all compare notes, compare chicks you rescued and have a—” I did the quotation mark in the air thing with my fingers. “—code of honor. I don’t know what goes on at your headquarters or if you even have one. ’Cause I don’t really know what you do or why you do it. I also don’t know if you record the girl, list your conquests on an Internet page and chalk them up on a board or whatever. But FYI? I am Not. That. Girl.”
I walked away from him toward my apartment, which I now knew was only one block away.
“Are you out of your mind?” Alejandro followed me. “I will cop to dropping daisies on your doorstep, as well as cookies. But if you think I put your name on a board, somewhere? Anywhere? Well, you’re just plain wrong. Wait. I did put your name on the ledger at the USCLA Emergency Room. Excuse me.”
I glanced at Gidget and Cole who spied on me from behind the curtains through his open kitchen window. And I gazed at Alejandro who stood on my front lawn, a frustrated look on his face.
“You’re funny. You’re smart. You’re different. I want to spend time with you,” he said. “Is that a sin?”
“No.”
“Then, why are we standing out here, again , on your front lawn, in front of your cookie-thief neighbor and his creepy dog while we try to figure out our next step?”
“Uh!” Cole grabbed Gidget, slammed his kitchen window shut and then his curtains.
“Do you have a next step in mind, Sophie? Because if you do, I’d really like to know what it is.”
“Yes,” I took a deep breath. “I want to know, I want to ask…Would you drive me?”
He frowned. “Why?” He leaned in toward my face, totally catching me off guard. His lips were an inch from mine. I bit my lip. Was he going to try and
“Call me whenever you want.”
“…I’m not a wuss. I’m simply the new girl in town for summer session at USCLA who had one bad night.”
Make that two nights in a row.
“Thank you for helping me,” I said. “That’s why I went to the Grill. To thank you. And now you can leave.”
“You’re welcome. But I’m not leaving without an explanation why you left the Grill with your weird ‘the other night never happened’ remark.”
“Fine. You’re obviously a guy who has a lot of stuff going on, a lot of chicks coming and going, no pun intended.” I stared up into his beautiful, now frowning face.
“How do you know the number of chicks I have coming and going?”
I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. I’m too young and I’m also too old for these kinds of games. You need to go back to the Grill, find a hot girl, maybe that raven-haired one that was all over you. You need to drive her some place, bang her and carve another notch in your belt.”
“Are you talking about Lucina?” he asked. “The girl with the dark short hair who kind of looks like me?”
Maybe she did kind of look like him.
“What’s her name who was swirled all over you like icing on a freshly baked cinnamon roll.”
Alex laughed out loud. Then covered his mouth and laughed with a snort. The same way I did. “Lucina’s my cousin. Yes, she’s gorgeous. She’s also a lesbian. She pulls the whole fake seduction thing with me every time she meets a new girl that she’s interested in and wants to test her. Will that girl fight for her attention? Or see her with me and simply let it go? Her technique separates the serious suitors from the ‘maybe-I’d-be into it for a night’ bi-curiosity.”
“Oh,” I said. “Smart on her part. Good technique.”
“Right now, Bonita, I’m not seriously involved with any girl.”
So—how many girls he was not seriously involved with? I stared at his chin because I couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I know about the Drivers. I know you all compare notes, compare chicks you rescued and have a—” I did the quotation mark in the air thing with my fingers. “—code of honor. I don’t know what goes on at your headquarters or if you even have one. ’Cause I don’t really know what you do or why you do it. I also don’t know if you record the girl, list your conquests on an Internet page and chalk them up on a board or whatever. But FYI? I am Not. That. Girl.”
I walked away from him toward my apartment, which I now knew was only one block away.
“Are you out of your mind?” Alejandro followed me. “I will cop to dropping daisies on your doorstep, as well as cookies. But if you think I put your name on a board, somewhere? Anywhere? Well, you’re just plain wrong. Wait. I did put your name on the ledger at the USCLA Emergency Room. Excuse me.”
I glanced at Gidget and Cole who spied on me from behind the curtains through his open kitchen window. And I gazed at Alejandro who stood on my front lawn, a frustrated look on his face.
“You’re funny. You’re smart. You’re different. I want to spend time with you,” he said. “Is that a sin?”
“No.”
“Then, why are we standing out here, again , on your front lawn, in front of your cookie-thief neighbor and his creepy dog while we try to figure out our next step?”
“Uh!” Cole grabbed Gidget, slammed his kitchen window shut and then his curtains.
“Do you have a next step in mind, Sophie? Because if you do, I’d really like to know what it is.”
“Yes,” I took a deep breath. “I want to know, I want to ask…Would you drive me?”
He frowned. “Why?” He leaned in toward my face, totally catching me off guard. His lips were an inch from mine. I bit my lip. Was he going to try and
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