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with his
opinion. He takes a large bite out of his sandwich. “She sure did look hot at
the talent show though. Who knew that all of that could come from a girl like
her? She gave me some serious wood.” Craig’s mouth is full of food as he speaks
pointing over to the shy Kennedy that everyone is used to seeing.
    “You’re disgusting,” Amanda rolls her eyes throwing a fry at
Craig. Craig dodges the fry and smirks.
    “No, I’m just telling the truth. Graham, you’re trying to
tell me that she didn’t look seriously hot shaking her ass all over that
stage?” he raises a challenging eyebrow at her knowing damn well that it will
irritate her.
    Let’s just say that Amanda doesn’t like it when other girls
grab the attention of “her boys”. Amanda has made her rounds in our group of
friends to say the least. Unfortunately for me, she is hell bent on lingering
longer with me rather than the others.
     Amanda looks between Craig and me waiting for my answer,
but I can’t pull my eyes away from Kennedy because apparently I have no will
power what so ever. She shyly looks up at me periodically through her hair that
keeps falling across her face as protection. When we catch eyes something
inside of me stirs. That protectiveness came back. Shit .
    “Yeah Graham, did she look hot?” Amanda is clearly annoyed
with the direction that the conversation is headed. “She looked average at best
like she usually does. The girl doesn’t have a sexual bone in her body. None of
you would know what to do with a girl like her. It would mean you’d actually
have to treat someone like a human being and not like a blow up doll.” The
jealousy is blatantly clear in her voice causing the other guys to laugh right
in her face.
    I tear my eyes from Kennedy as hard as that is to glance
down at Amanda who is waiting for an answer. Throwing an arm over her shoulder
I answer, “She looked alright.”
    Okay, I lied. No one wants to really know what I think about
Kennedy. I’m not even sure how I feel about Kennedy. I know that she surprised
the hell out of me at the talent show. Even now when I look at her I’m
surprised that I overlooked her for all these years. The girl has some killer
legs and pouty lips that are practically begging to be kissed .
    This is going to be a big problem. Shit. Get your shit
together. You just ran the girl over, now you are thinking about kissing her.
That’s not going to work.
    After lunch I make it my mission to not look at Kennedy. It
is nearly impossible since we are in the same class third period. She must have
been running late luckily for me. Her usual seat is taken in the front row. She
walks into the classroom and scans the room for an open seat. Her eyes linger
on the seat that is directly next to me. Kennedy’s face falls when she looks to
Mr. Stevenson then back to me knowing damn well that I’m her only option as of
now.
    Mr. Stevenson offers to have someone move to the back, so
that she doesn’t have to struggle back to the open spot next to me. She brushes
off his offer and makes her way back to the seat looking annoyed just as she
did not even two weeks ago.
    I make a good attempt to help her by grabbing her books. She
pushes me off before I even have the chance to lift my hand up. The rest of the
hour is spent with Kennedy trying to catch up with what she has missed and her
trying to avoid me. There is a few times where her eyes meet mine then they are
followed by her abruptly turning her head.
    It is obvious. She has nothing to say to me, but at the same
time her eyes say something different. Kennedy has no intentions of hearing
anything I have to say. That doesn’t stop her from being curious about me
either. If I know anything about girls then I am right about this.
    The class bell rings and everyone gets up to make it to
their next class except Kennedy. She waits for the room to clear out and so do
I before moving, telling Mark I’d meet him in the locker room. Kennedy