We got out, and walked to the store. She was totally normal, except every time we made eye contact she smiled and me, and every time my heart skips a beat and it feels like I dumped a bucket of ice on myself, then my face burns white hot
Cold Hot.
When we were in the magazine isle, I was browsing through a MAD magazine, then my eyes caught a Playboy.
I looked at it for a few seconds, then I heard a voice in my ear.
“You shouldn’t look at those magazines.” I almost jumped.
It was Brandy, standing behind me, smiling. My face burned hotter than hell.
She giggled then turned around.
“Hey I’m only eighteen, what do you expect!” I blurted out.
“I know that.” She smiled.
She knows!?
“Then why are you flirting with me?” I blurted again.
“I think you can figure that out.”
She winked, then turned around.
I’ve never had a girl come on to me before, it was an odd feeling.
“You remind me of an old boyfriend of mine,” She said. “He was great, and I wanted someone like him since he left.”
Damn!