behind her into the sunlight. Perfect?
Chapter 3
I wait by Big Blue for Ryan to join me. We agreed on our first session tonight. He already helped me after class today, and now I’m gonna fulfill my end of the bargain.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the female population though. Dude is one of the best looking dudes I’ve ever laid eyes on. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect features, freakin’ green eyes. Great body. Knows how to use his hands.
I tried to be mad at the dude. I tried to compete with him. But it was over from the second he showed interest in Big Blue.
He comes out in casual clothes. Fitted polo over designer jeans. Dude knows how to dress. His shoes probably cost more than five pairs of mine. If he has money why is he working here?
Never thought I would think a guy with a ponytail is hot.
He comes over to my door and goes for the handle, then seems to realize how dumb of a move that is, and starts to blush, standing slowly. I laugh and run around the car to open his door. He’s so easily embarrassed. I’ll need to shake him of that.
“We’re going to the mall,” I tell him as I start the car.
He doesn’t say anything. I’m getting used to that. I look over when we hit a red light and see him studying me. A shock goes through me, leaving me oddly warm. His stare is intense and soft at the same time. Gentle, almost. But since when have I been attracted to gentle? He looks away.
“Sorry.”
“For?”
“Staring.”
“Yeah, creepy,” I say. I park and take off my seatbelt. “K, so tell me your type.”
He lets out a long, slow breath, like he’s irritated.
“What, I say something wrong? I need to know who we are targeting here.”
He gives me his angular profile and taps his fingers on the window. “Short hair. Tall. Tough.”
“Ha ha, that’s a dude, not a chick.”
He looks at me, and sighs, and I don’t get what he’s trying to say. Then he frowns and turns back to the window.
“Okay, fine, you like ‘em a little butch,” I say, extending an olive branch.
“Sure.” But he doesn’t sound like he means it.
He wants butch? I’ll give him butch. But first he’s gonna need some help. “You want butch, you’re gonna need to be more butch.”
“Butch? Is that what you like? Isn’t that a LGBT reference?”
“Sure, but it also just refers to a masculine aesthetic.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
“I’ve been called it a lot. I looked it up. We could use badass instead though.”
“So hyper masculine, badass, whatever. That’s what you like?”
“Uh, well, we aren’t talking about me, are we? Anyway, you’re gonna need new clothes. I don’t think this whole preppy thing is going to work on those chicks.” I wave my hand at his outfit.
He shrugs. “Whatever.”
“You aren’t being very helpful, you know.” I get out, and he does the same, and before I can come over to take the door, he closes it himself, gently, just how I like it.
So some men can be gentle.
Not like the one who broke my door, who shall remain nameless. I shake the thought off and head to the mall, prickles rising over my shoulders, making me feel cold even in the bright sunlight.
I should never have let myself be anything but strong.
Ryan follows me, trying to get to the doors first, but I always end up getting them. He needs to stop treating me like a chick.
“So where do we get badass clothes?” He says it like he has something gross in his mouth.
“Badass stores.” I take him down to the end of the mall, where the crappy stores are, nearly hidden by the escalator. I walk into Skulls, my favorite store, and the owner greets me with a wave.
“Ally.”
“George.”
I walk to the accessories section. I look back to see Ryan in the women’s section, scowling at a fishnet skirt, and turning it over in his hands like he doesn’t know what it’s for.
“Ryan, heel!”
His head snaps up, and he narrows his eyes on me.
“I’m just joking. Come over
Chapter 3
I wait by Big Blue for Ryan to join me. We agreed on our first session tonight. He already helped me after class today, and now I’m gonna fulfill my end of the bargain.
I don’t know what’s wrong with the female population though. Dude is one of the best looking dudes I’ve ever laid eyes on. Perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect features, freakin’ green eyes. Great body. Knows how to use his hands.
I tried to be mad at the dude. I tried to compete with him. But it was over from the second he showed interest in Big Blue.
He comes out in casual clothes. Fitted polo over designer jeans. Dude knows how to dress. His shoes probably cost more than five pairs of mine. If he has money why is he working here?
Never thought I would think a guy with a ponytail is hot.
He comes over to my door and goes for the handle, then seems to realize how dumb of a move that is, and starts to blush, standing slowly. I laugh and run around the car to open his door. He’s so easily embarrassed. I’ll need to shake him of that.
“We’re going to the mall,” I tell him as I start the car.
He doesn’t say anything. I’m getting used to that. I look over when we hit a red light and see him studying me. A shock goes through me, leaving me oddly warm. His stare is intense and soft at the same time. Gentle, almost. But since when have I been attracted to gentle? He looks away.
“Sorry.”
“For?”
“Staring.”
“Yeah, creepy,” I say. I park and take off my seatbelt. “K, so tell me your type.”
He lets out a long, slow breath, like he’s irritated.
“What, I say something wrong? I need to know who we are targeting here.”
He gives me his angular profile and taps his fingers on the window. “Short hair. Tall. Tough.”
“Ha ha, that’s a dude, not a chick.”
He looks at me, and sighs, and I don’t get what he’s trying to say. Then he frowns and turns back to the window.
“Okay, fine, you like ‘em a little butch,” I say, extending an olive branch.
“Sure.” But he doesn’t sound like he means it.
He wants butch? I’ll give him butch. But first he’s gonna need some help. “You want butch, you’re gonna need to be more butch.”
“Butch? Is that what you like? Isn’t that a LGBT reference?”
“Sure, but it also just refers to a masculine aesthetic.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
“I’ve been called it a lot. I looked it up. We could use badass instead though.”
“So hyper masculine, badass, whatever. That’s what you like?”
“Uh, well, we aren’t talking about me, are we? Anyway, you’re gonna need new clothes. I don’t think this whole preppy thing is going to work on those chicks.” I wave my hand at his outfit.
He shrugs. “Whatever.”
“You aren’t being very helpful, you know.” I get out, and he does the same, and before I can come over to take the door, he closes it himself, gently, just how I like it.
So some men can be gentle.
Not like the one who broke my door, who shall remain nameless. I shake the thought off and head to the mall, prickles rising over my shoulders, making me feel cold even in the bright sunlight.
I should never have let myself be anything but strong.
Ryan follows me, trying to get to the doors first, but I always end up getting them. He needs to stop treating me like a chick.
“So where do we get badass clothes?” He says it like he has something gross in his mouth.
“Badass stores.” I take him down to the end of the mall, where the crappy stores are, nearly hidden by the escalator. I walk into Skulls, my favorite store, and the owner greets me with a wave.
“Ally.”
“George.”
I walk to the accessories section. I look back to see Ryan in the women’s section, scowling at a fishnet skirt, and turning it over in his hands like he doesn’t know what it’s for.
“Ryan, heel!”
His head snaps up, and he narrows his eyes on me.
“I’m just joking. Come over
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