"Hey, Hottie!" I heard Jesse's voice from behind me, loud and obnoxious, like normal. I shook my head, and tried very hard not to think about kissing him. I hated how he could do that to me. He ran over, and lightly brushed into my shoulder.
I couldn't help but smile. "Jesse," I whined, his eyebrows raised the way they did when he was curious about something. "For god's sake would you stop that?" He smiled and pulled my hair back from my face, and letting it drape agaisnt my shoulder.
"Stop what, Angel?" He murmured, I sighed. He was making his voice seductive on purpous.
"Stop flirting with me. And calling me 'Angel'." He laughed again, in the same obnoxious tone. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything except him, and the wet, clingy teeshirt I was wearing.
"Sorry, Carter," he grinned, "I have that effect on everyone." He paused, and did a once-over. "You're wet." When he noticed my silence he immediatly backtracked, "not that I'm complaining." He winked, subtly, for him anyway.
I nodded. "Fourth grader's thought it'd be fun to attack Chelsea and me with water balloons." I explained. He laughed, and tried to cover it with a cough. I looked over at him, he was surpressing a grin.
"I guess I'm not the only one who thinks you look hot in a wet tee-shirt." I sighed and shook my head condecendingly, but I was actually happy with his interest. He laughed, "C'mon Carter, have some more fun."
I scowled. "I have fun."
He laughed, "Sure you do, picking words of the day must so enjoyable." He exagerated 'so'. I frowned again.
"It is." His laughter continued, but softer and warmer, friendlier.
"Alright then." He thought for a second, and I sighed, knowing what to expect. "Let's say I chose the word 'legs', would you agree to spread the word?" I couldn't help but laugh. Jesse was such a flirt, and it was hard not to find it funny.
He took my laughter as a positive resualt. He grinned. "Was that a yes?"
I laughed again, "No."
He shrugged, "Well at least is wasn't a 'hell no'... and you didn't hit me this time."
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I couldn't help but smile. "Jesse," I whined, his eyebrows raised the way they did when he was curious about something. "For god's sake would you stop that?" He smiled and pulled my hair back from my face, and letting it drape agaisnt my shoulder.
"Stop what, Angel?" He murmured, I sighed. He was making his voice seductive on purpous.
"Stop flirting with me. And calling me 'Angel'." He laughed again, in the same obnoxious tone. I closed my eyes and tried to think about anything except him, and the wet, clingy teeshirt I was wearing.
"Sorry, Carter," he grinned, "I have that effect on everyone." He paused, and did a once-over. "You're wet." When he noticed my silence he immediatly backtracked, "not that I'm complaining." He winked, subtly, for him anyway.
I nodded. "Fourth grader's thought it'd be fun to attack Chelsea and me with water balloons." I explained. He laughed, and tried to cover it with a cough. I looked over at him, he was surpressing a grin.
"I guess I'm not the only one who thinks you look hot in a wet tee-shirt." I sighed and shook my head condecendingly, but I was actually happy with his interest. He laughed, "C'mon Carter, have some more fun."
I scowled. "I have fun."
He laughed, "Sure you do, picking words of the day must so enjoyable." He exagerated 'so'. I frowned again.
"It is." His laughter continued, but softer and warmer, friendlier.
"Alright then." He thought for a second, and I sighed, knowing what to expect. "Let's say I chose the word 'legs', would you agree to spread the word?" I couldn't help but laugh. Jesse was such a flirt, and it was hard not to find it funny.
He took my laughter as a positive resualt. He grinned. "Was that a yes?"
I laughed again, "No."
He shrugged, "Well at least is wasn't a 'hell no'... and you didn't hit me this time."
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