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1 Tongue Tied

Sophomore Year, Rob

Alex nudgesme with his elbow and whistles under his breath. “Check out Miss P today. Lookin’ mighty fine…”

I follow the path of his gaze.

There she is. The girl of my dreams.

Evie Papageorgiou.

Sure enough, she’s swaying her hips as she walks toward us in a way that makes my dick twitch. This is…highly unusual. For her. Not for me.

“Fuck. If I were single, even I’d hit that.” Alex drools.

Across from us, Mike chokes on his food. “Jesus, Alex. Do you have a death wish? One of these days, you’re gonna push him too far, and he’s just gonna snap and clock your ass.”

The usual lunchtime bickering between my two best friends fades out along with all the other white noise in the cafeteria. I swear, it’s almost as if she’s looking right. At. Me.

My pulse kicks up as my palms sweat and my pants shrink about ten sizes. With every step closer, her flame steals a little more oxygen from the room until I’m sure I’m going to pass out from lack of air. Since when do my dreams turn into real life? I’m not that lucky.

She looks totally different today. I noticed first thing this morning. All of her tan skin on display has made it hard to concentrate in class ever since. Her clean-cut, classy look has been replaced by a short, flouncy skirt that shows off her killer runner’s legs, these shoes that aren’t heels but still make her look a few inches taller, and a tight shirt that hugs her tits. It’s so low cut she’s even giving everyone a peek of cleavage. Her normally curly, dark hair is straight, and she’s wearing makeup for a change, which makes her blue eyes pop even brighter.

Damn, she’s a walking wet dream.

The way she’s batting her eyelashes, walking like she’s on a private runway built only for me, and making direct eye contact has my dick begging for attention. From her. Only her.

I always come back to her.

Evie Papageorgiou owns me, and she doesn’t even know it.

I appreciate the hot look she’s sporting today, but somehow, it feels off. She’s never acted the way all the other annoying girls at school do. That’s what’s so awesome about her. She doesn’t care if she fits in. She just does her own thing and fucking owns it. I wish I had half the confidence she does. It’s like she’s the center of the universe, and everyone else just revolves around her. The best part? She doesn’t even notice. She never tries to get attention or cares what other people think. Hell, she’s never once noticed me. Pretty sure I’m not even a blip on her radar.

I avert my eyes and swallow as an unwelcome thought creeps into my brain.

Someone’s obviously on her radar now.

Someone who isn’t me.

“Dude.” Alex nudges me again. “Go ask her if she wants to sit with us.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

Mike rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “She doesn’t dress up very much. The least you could do is notice and make her feel good about it, asshole.”

Oh, I notice. It’s the making-her-feel-good-about-it part I’m fuzzy on.

Alex laughs. “She’s been trying to get your attention all day, chickenshit.”

“Nuh-uh. She didn’t dress up for me,” I mumble. But I can’t resist sneaking another peek at her. If my eyeballs catch fire from her hotness, I’ll happily go blind.

Yep. She’s still smokin’. And still heading this way.

I glance over my shoulder at the table behind us, trying to figure out which lucky idiot she’s working it so hard for. I don’t need to know who he is to know the rat bastard doesn’t deserve her. If she thinks she needs to transform herself into porn material just to get some guy’s attention, then he’s clearly the wrong guy for her. Her casual look suits me just fine. Hell, on the rare occasions she wears her glasses, she turns me on even more. I never knew I was into the whole naughty-librarian fantasy until the first time I saw those thick, black frames perched on her cute little nose. This girl is the only star in my spank bank and has been since the day I first laid eyes on her. I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, except maybe her smart mouth.

Talking.

To me.

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