When we get to the school parking lot,
we pull up beside this guy with a black motorcycle. I don’t know what kind it
is. There is a crowd of girls around him, twirling their hair. I laugh at this
because I just think it’s funny. My breath catches when he moves through the
crowd of girls to stop a few feet away from my door. I feel myself reach for
the handle and open the door, getting out of the car. I’m still breathless when
he takes another step closer. At this point, I can feel his breath on my face
as he looks down at me. The closeness is making my heart pound in my chest. He
smells so good.
“Hello, Sam,” he says in a husky voice.
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