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isn’t just some hot girl. It’s Charlotte. A girl that I didn’t used to notice was hot. A girl who, in the past two years, I’ve barely noticed at all. Sure, we live across the street from each other, and I wave when I see her in the neighborhood, but things with our “us against the world” pact never quite worked out.
    She’s still quiet and reserved, barely speaking to anyone at school. Always with her nose stuck in a book or her homework. She’s still out until nine p.m. every night at one of her many lessons or activities. In reality, she’s weird. And I’m … not. I have the coolest friends; the prettiest girls want to date me. Even though I get a pang in my gut every time I ignore her in the halls, I know it would kill my reputation if I were seen with her.
    Except when we showed up to camp this summer, she was a completely different person. A girl. And a really pretty one. I guess I hadn’t noticed during the school year, what with the other tail I was trying to chase. But damn, Charlotte Morsey got hot.
    She had hair that glinted golden when the sun touched it, and it fell almost down to her butt. A butt that I couldn’t not stare at whenever she ran past me in the quad down to the lake. And she’d grown boobs. Firm, perky boobs that I’d pictured more than once when I jacked it in the shower. And her face … man, she was just hot. Big eyes, long lashes, a mouth that I imagined sticking my tongue in.
    She hasn’t noticed me looking at her, too focused on writing something in a black notebook on her lap where she sits on the side of the obstacle course hidden from the walking path. I walk up quietly, trying to read the diary over her shoulder.
    Except I step on a twig, snapping it and sending her chin up to meet my face. “Jeez, Tucker, you scared me!”
    Her face is red, a blush creeping into her cheeks, and I know I haven’t just scared her. I’ve intruded on something more than just a writing session.
    “What are you writing?” I ignore her freak out.
    “Nothing.” Char stands, clearly eager to get away from me.
    “You don’t have to leave. Come sit awhile.” I wave her over, discreetly adjusting the boner I’ve just sprung from being this close to her.
    She toes her sneaker in the dirt. “Oh so since we’re away from Conestoga, you can talk to me now?”
    Guilt hits me square in the chest. But I brush it off, acting like the cool kid that I am. “Don’t be a baby, Char, I’m talking now, aren’t I?”
    She still looks conflicted, but comes to sit beside me on the ground anyway. We’re hidden back here, the sun has gone down over the trees and the forest is getting dark.
    “So, what were you writing?”
    “It’s none of your business. Just some thoughts.”
    “Is that why your face was so red when I came up? You were writing something dirty in there, weren’t you?”
    I make a grab across her body for the journal, but she wrestles it away, struggling in my grasp. I wouldn’t even be able to read the pages out here in the dark, but she fights me anyway. One slip of my hand and my fingers graze her boob, right over where her nipple must be.
    We both gasp and I jerk my hand back like she’s burned me. My dick only twitches harder in my pants, my balls heavy and needy.
    I clear my throat awkwardly. “You might as well just tell me what’s in there.”
    I can feel Char blush even in the dark, her embarrassment potent in the air. “I was trying to plan how to … how to um … kiss someone before I start high school.”
    “You want to make out with someone? I mean, don’t you want to mark off some of the other bases before you go back to first?”
    She coughs. “I haven’t uh … ticked off first base yet.”
    “Really?” The condescending word pops out before I can stop it and I instantly want to slap my forehead.
    “And this conversation is over.” Leaves and sticks rustle as Char starts to push off the ground.
    “No wait …” I pull on her arm, making her sit