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through it. If it would feel like straw from baking in the summer sun all day or if it would just slide like silk through my fingers.
     "And that really didn't give me any information about you. If you're going to man handle me, I should at least know your name. And if you plan on doing it again you should really get me a drink first."
    He laughed, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. His full lips almost made an O shape as he laughed, bringing out the dimples that curved around his lip line. "Alright, you got me there. I'm Blaine. Blaine who's lived here all his life. Blaine the grunt for the parish highway department."
    "Well I didn't want your whole life story!" I squealed. I was flirting. I couldn't help it, and he really was cute in an old faded blue jeans sort of way.
     I didn't think that I would ever date a guy from Elsbury. He probably spent all day working and then going home to watch car racing. He probably drove a big red truck and blared Charlie Daniels. A guy like Blaine just didn't fit the description of guys that I was normally attracted to, but with every lingering gaze I found myself wanting to know more about this southern boy.
    "Yeah, well that ain't the half of it." He stopped and finished his clove. I thought he was going to say something more, but then he looked all around us. "Hey, where did your cousin go?"
    "Hmm..?  Oh, Brittany?  I'm sure she is fine." I waved my hand in front of me before letting it fall flat.
    "You really are dense aren't you?" He flicked his clove off of the porch, narrowing his eyes at me before he walked back inside with long, quick strides.
    I stormed after him, pushing past plaid shirted guys and tube top clad girls. "What the hell?  You're the one that dragged me outside remember?" I turned Blaine toward me as we got into the living room, trying to ignore how toned his biceps were. I had to resist the urge to trace my fingers down them.
    "You leave a fifteen-year-old girl alone at a party and expect everything is just going to be alright?" He raised his voice. I didn't like being told what I should be doing or being questioned by a guy I barely knew. Especially a guy that had dragged me outside when I was trying to chase after Britt in the first place.
    "I'm sure she's fine, I mean she's the one who invited me to this party!" I threw an arm out to the side. "And if it's so bad, then why are you here?" I crossed my arms and smirked, trying to make my point.
    "Because I am a nineteen-year-old man, not a fifteen-year-old girl whose cousin just used her like a stripper pole!" He screamed that last part, and headed off toward one of the bedrooms. Everyone was staring at us. I put my head down and tried not to let everyone see how red I’m sure my face was as I hurried to catch up with Blaine.
    I caught up to him standing in an open doorway, and staring as he leaned in on the door frame. A small crowd of people were positioned in the room lit by only black lights and cluttered with posters of psychedelic pink mushrooms and other brightly colored plants. As the cloud of smoke lifted I saw my little cousin, curled up on the corner of an old wooden futon with a plastic cup in one hand and her mouth wrapped around a giant green bong that was being lit by some guy with a porn star mustache. I gasped, covering my own mouth in horror.
    "Real responsible aren't we?" Blaine whispered as he headed back out toward the party.
    "Hey cuz!" Brittany giggled, letting out a huge cloud of smoke. "Want a hit?" She held out the large green bong toward me. I had never smoked pot and never planned to, but I wasn't a stranger to it. It wasn't like a lot of Beau's fraternity brothers didn't spend their time hitting the bong.
    I threw my arms down and stomped over to Brittany. "No I do not want a hit! We are leaving!" I pulled her up off the couch, it was like pulling dead weight, but I managed to get her up.
    "Come on girl! The party is just getting started, and I got a spot for you right here." I looked