ulterior motives.”
“I watched the rest of season one,” he says, dipping his brush back into the water and resuming his cleaning. He’s cleaning the area to the left of where I’m sitting, slowly making his way in my direction.
“And?”
He smiles. “Buffy kicks ass. You’re right.”
“Obviously.”
The water sloshes against my legs as he moves closer. I look up and catch Henry staring in our direction. Or at least I think he is. It’s hard to tell behind his sunglasses. I smile but he turns away before seeing me.
Tate approaches my legs, picking them up and to clean the tile beneath them. “Hey!” I shout, trying to keep my balance, but laughing anyway. He drops my legs but grabs my ankles under water and says, “So, what do you think? Want to go to the superhero bash with me?”
“What?”
“The party at my frat? Want to come? It’s next weekend. I’m trying to decide between Thor again or Captain America.”
“You want me to go with you?” Like a date, I want to ask , but don’t. No way. Never.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun to bring a girl who knows all the characters.”
“I’m not that big of a nerd,” I laugh. He leans in and his chest is deliriously close and I clasp my fingers around the edge of the pool deck so I don’t just reach out and touch him.
“How about it?” His eyes struggle between my chest and my face and for once I just don’t care. I think I may be turning him on and it’s exhilarating.
“I don’t know,” I tell him, warily. “I’m not big on crowds.”
“It’s summer. It’s like half the normal-sized party.” His hands are still wrapped around my ankles but his fingers feel soft under the water and what the hell is going on here? Is he really flirting with me? I glance up at Henry but all I can see is the muscle in his jaw working overtime. “Ju st come, it will be fun. Everyone goes—Henry will be there.”
“He will?” I look across the pool.
“Yo, H! You’re going to the Superhero bash, right?” Henry gives Tate a quick nod and a double thumbs up.
Tate flashes his mega-watt smile and my heart flips erratically. Part out of anticipating of a night out with Henry, if he’s aware of it or not, and partially because I’m on the edge of an anxiety attack, knowing historically what happens when I decide to go out and have a good time. I close my eyes and say, “Yes.”
*
“I can’t believe you said yes to this,” Tricia says. We’re in the bathroom. I’m sitting on the top of the toilet, both eyes shut, while she works on my makeup.
“I know.”
“I can’t believe you’re wearing this outfit.”
I open one eye. “Is it too much? Too tight? Too slutty?”
She closes my lid with her finger and swipes across it with a brush. “Nope. You look stunning. It’s perfect.”
“I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be fine. I wish I could go. I can’t believe I have to go to another political function. I think my dad was more concerned with ruining my social life than getting me job experience,” she says. “You can look now.”
I open my eyes and stand up. I went with the Avengers theme, dressing as Black Widow. She’s not super slutty which is good but she wears a skin-tight outfit that has my boobs squeezed together so tight they may actually tear the fabric. Tricia managed to curl my reddish-brown hair into wavy ringlets.
“My ass looks huge,” I say, twisting to look in the mirror.
“No it doesn’t, and have you seen Scarlett Johansson’s butt? It’s curvalicious. You’re fine.”
In my room I pull on my knee -high black boots. This outfit’s going to be hot as hell tonight but Tricia’s right. I look pretty good. The only problem is my nerves, which run ice cold in my veins. Checking my clock, I see that I have thirty minutes before Tate will arrive. I decide to go outside for some fresh air first.
“Good luck,” Tricia s ays. “I suspect Henry will be jealous as heck he didn’t ask you out first.” I close the
“I watched the rest of season one,” he says, dipping his brush back into the water and resuming his cleaning. He’s cleaning the area to the left of where I’m sitting, slowly making his way in my direction.
“And?”
He smiles. “Buffy kicks ass. You’re right.”
“Obviously.”
The water sloshes against my legs as he moves closer. I look up and catch Henry staring in our direction. Or at least I think he is. It’s hard to tell behind his sunglasses. I smile but he turns away before seeing me.
Tate approaches my legs, picking them up and to clean the tile beneath them. “Hey!” I shout, trying to keep my balance, but laughing anyway. He drops my legs but grabs my ankles under water and says, “So, what do you think? Want to go to the superhero bash with me?”
“What?”
“The party at my frat? Want to come? It’s next weekend. I’m trying to decide between Thor again or Captain America.”
“You want me to go with you?” Like a date, I want to ask , but don’t. No way. Never.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun to bring a girl who knows all the characters.”
“I’m not that big of a nerd,” I laugh. He leans in and his chest is deliriously close and I clasp my fingers around the edge of the pool deck so I don’t just reach out and touch him.
“How about it?” His eyes struggle between my chest and my face and for once I just don’t care. I think I may be turning him on and it’s exhilarating.
“I don’t know,” I tell him, warily. “I’m not big on crowds.”
“It’s summer. It’s like half the normal-sized party.” His hands are still wrapped around my ankles but his fingers feel soft under the water and what the hell is going on here? Is he really flirting with me? I glance up at Henry but all I can see is the muscle in his jaw working overtime. “Ju st come, it will be fun. Everyone goes—Henry will be there.”
“He will?” I look across the pool.
“Yo, H! You’re going to the Superhero bash, right?” Henry gives Tate a quick nod and a double thumbs up.
Tate flashes his mega-watt smile and my heart flips erratically. Part out of anticipating of a night out with Henry, if he’s aware of it or not, and partially because I’m on the edge of an anxiety attack, knowing historically what happens when I decide to go out and have a good time. I close my eyes and say, “Yes.”
*
“I can’t believe you said yes to this,” Tricia says. We’re in the bathroom. I’m sitting on the top of the toilet, both eyes shut, while she works on my makeup.
“I know.”
“I can’t believe you’re wearing this outfit.”
I open one eye. “Is it too much? Too tight? Too slutty?”
She closes my lid with her finger and swipes across it with a brush. “Nope. You look stunning. It’s perfect.”
“I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be fine. I wish I could go. I can’t believe I have to go to another political function. I think my dad was more concerned with ruining my social life than getting me job experience,” she says. “You can look now.”
I open my eyes and stand up. I went with the Avengers theme, dressing as Black Widow. She’s not super slutty which is good but she wears a skin-tight outfit that has my boobs squeezed together so tight they may actually tear the fabric. Tricia managed to curl my reddish-brown hair into wavy ringlets.
“My ass looks huge,” I say, twisting to look in the mirror.
“No it doesn’t, and have you seen Scarlett Johansson’s butt? It’s curvalicious. You’re fine.”
In my room I pull on my knee -high black boots. This outfit’s going to be hot as hell tonight but Tricia’s right. I look pretty good. The only problem is my nerves, which run ice cold in my veins. Checking my clock, I see that I have thirty minutes before Tate will arrive. I decide to go outside for some fresh air first.
“Good luck,” Tricia s ays. “I suspect Henry will be jealous as heck he didn’t ask you out first.” I close the
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