Page 9 of Anyone But Her

Chapter Three

Taylor

"Birdie, wait up!" I run past a pile of golf bags and catch up to her as she stops several feet from the table where campers are checking in.

"Look!" She nods toward the check-in table.

"What am I looking at?"

"That guy!" she whisper screams.

My eyes scan over the guys in line. They all look like my brother. Average height, skinny, wearing polo shirts and khaki shorts. Some have braces and others have acne. None of them are what I'd considered cute.

"What guy?"

"The one at the table. The one checking people in."

My eyes go to the check-in guy. He's older, probably in college. Muscles line his arms and he has stubble on his face. He's definitely hot, but out of our age range.

"He's like twenty years old," I say.

"Yeah? So?" She smiles while twirling her hair around her finger, a sure sign she's into this guy.

"He's too old for you."

"Six years. Big deal. That's nothing. My dad is six years older than my mom."

"They met in their twenties. That's different."

"It shouldn't be. Eventually I'll be in my twenties the same time he is. It's no different than my parents."

"It's totally different, because right now you're only fourteen and he's at least twenty, maybe older. He doesn't want to date a fourteen-year-old."

"You don't know that. I'm very mature for my age. I'm gonna go over there and say hi."

"You can't. He's checking people in."

"Maybe he'd like a break." She turns to me. "Go back and get a soda from the car."

"I'm not thirsty."

"It's not for you! It's for him. I'll go over and offer him a soda." She looks back at him. "He looks thirsty. I bet he'd like a soda."

"Then his girlfriend can get him one, which I'm sure he has."

"You don't know that."

"He's super hot. A guy like that definitely has a girlfriend."

She grabs my arm. "Did you see that?"

"See what?"

"He just looked over here!"

"Because he could feel us staring at him. He probably thinks we're stalking him, which we kind of are. Let's go check out the course. My dad said it's amazing."

"I don't care about the golf course! I'm here to meet boys!"

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