I looked over the top of the book I held in my hand to see those eyes and that familiar mesmerizing smile string at me. I turned down my radio, which was blasting Secondhand Serenade's Fall for you, and lifted one eyebrow in questioning. "Mom wants you to set the table. I'm having someone over and I think you'll like him..." His lips twitched into a lopsided smile.
"I highly doubt that Kyler..." Only because the one person I want I can't have. Did mention that was you? I sighed and marked my place before setting the book on the bedside table. "Whose comin' over?"
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him before coming to sit beside me on my bed. "New guy. Name's Nathan and I think he plays in your ball park.."
"Thinking and knowing are two different things." I wasn't sure how much longer I could take sitting alone with him in such close proximity. Sure he's only a year older than me but who cares? He lifted his arms up over his head, stretching, and I watched as his muscled contorted with the movement. He wasn't super buff but he was some weak wanna-be. Of course the tight black shirt he was wearing didn't keep my eyes from wandering all over his body. His black hair was straightened and hanging low in his eyes but not enough to hide the pools of green behind it.
"Is you gay radar working or do you still swear Coach Reynolds is gay too?"
"*** hole." I chuckled and threw a pillow at him. "And yes, he is. Its too obvious not to notice."
"Whatever." He rolled is eyes and muttered the same time Mom called for us.
We hopped up and ran out of my room and down the stairs. Mom is not a woman you keep waiting. She was standing at the door next to a cute blond guy wearing a Nirvana hoodie, black jeans, and Vans hightops.
"Nathan, what's up man?" Kyler asked.
"Not much. This the brother you were talkin' 'bout?" He asked not taking his eyes off me. It was kinda creepy...
"I highly doubt that Kyler..." Only because the one person I want I can't have. Did mention that was you? I sighed and marked my place before setting the book on the bedside table. "Whose comin' over?"
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him before coming to sit beside me on my bed. "New guy. Name's Nathan and I think he plays in your ball park.."
"Thinking and knowing are two different things." I wasn't sure how much longer I could take sitting alone with him in such close proximity. Sure he's only a year older than me but who cares? He lifted his arms up over his head, stretching, and I watched as his muscled contorted with the movement. He wasn't super buff but he was some weak wanna-be. Of course the tight black shirt he was wearing didn't keep my eyes from wandering all over his body. His black hair was straightened and hanging low in his eyes but not enough to hide the pools of green behind it.
"Is you gay radar working or do you still swear Coach Reynolds is gay too?"
"*** hole." I chuckled and threw a pillow at him. "And yes, he is. Its too obvious not to notice."
"Whatever." He rolled is eyes and muttered the same time Mom called for us.
We hopped up and ran out of my room and down the stairs. Mom is not a woman you keep waiting. She was standing at the door next to a cute blond guy wearing a Nirvana hoodie, black jeans, and Vans hightops.
"Nathan, what's up man?" Kyler asked.
"Not much. This the brother you were talkin' 'bout?" He asked not taking his eyes off me. It was kinda creepy...
