“That guy over there. By the girls. He was watching me. He has on a red baseball cap and torn jeans.” I looked over at him, noticing the way his sleeveless shirt revealed very chiseled arms. I looked away quickly when I caught him watching me again. “The one that won’t stop looking at me.”
“Oh him!” She squealed. “That’s the new guy I was telling you about. Isn’t he hot?”
“What’s his name again?” I asked, taking a drink of my beer and trying to act all cool and casual. I had a feeling he was looking at me again, but I didn’t dare check.
“JT. Well, someone told me it’s John Thomas, but he likes to be called JT. He moved here a month or so ago with his dad. They have an auto shop near the beauty shop.”
“Does he have a girlfriend?” I asked.
“Nope,” she shook her head. “At least I don’t think so. I’ve seen him at a few parties talking with some girls, but that’s it. All the girls flirt with him all the time. But he hasn’t shown any interest in any of them.” She beamed at m
e. “Until you.” She looked in his direction. “He’s still checking you out. You should go say hi.”
“No way. I need a few more drinks before I get the nerve to do that,” I mumbled.
“Then drink up,” she urged me, pointing to my cup.
I made the rounds at the party, talking to all of my old friends I hadn’t seen in years. Despite not remembering Missy, I could recall everyone else there. It was great to see them and I felt bad I had fallen out of touch with everyone.
A few beers later I was feeling more relaxed and went to refill my cup. When I was done, I turned around and ran right into JT, spilling beer all over him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed.
He smiled at me and laughed. “No worries.”
His voice was deep and sexy as hell. I stood there looking at him. “Sorry,” I muttered again and went to find Brittany to lament to her how humiliated I was. This was not the way to make a good first impression.
Chapter Two ~ JT
“Play It Again”
I couldn’t stop staring at the girl with dark blonde hair that had just arrived at the party. I had been in town for a few months now and hadn’t seen her yet. Mountain was a pretty small town where everyone knew everyone else, so I’m pretty sure I would have noticed her.
Her hair was piled high on the top of her head; I wondered how long it would be if she took it down. Her black tank top and jean shorts hugged her every curve and her legs seemed to go on for miles. I bet they would look good wrapped around my waist. From the way she ignored the way all the guys were looking at her, I bet if I said something like that to her she would smack me.
I walked over to Chase, another guy at the party and one of the first ones to befriend me when I moved to town with my dad. He was talking to some other guys and I nudged him with my elbow. “Hey, Chase, who’s that girl?” I nodded towards her. She was laughing and her smile made my knees weak.
“Who?” He turned to me and looked around to see who I was referring to.
“That blonde over there in the black tank top,” I said, trying not to point. She already caught me looking at her.
“Oh, Kara!” He said with a grin. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
I smiled in agreement but didn’t say anything. I was trying to play it cool. “She’s ok.”
He rolled his eyes. “Ok, my ass.”
“Her name is Kara?” I asked, trying to figure out how I could get him to tell me more without being obvious I was interested.
“Yes. Her grandparents live here. They own that little diner, Moe’s.”
I loved that place and Dad and I ate there all the time. Neither of us could cook worth a damn.
“I haven’t noticed her,” I shrugged.
“She just got here a couple of days ago. She lives in Madison but she’s here for the summer to help at the diner since her grandpa had knee replacement surgery.”
“So she’s just here for the summer?” I asked and took a drink of my beer, glancing over at her over the rim of my glass. “Does she have a boyfriend?”