do it so well, flirt
with total aplomb,
and not only that, but
look good doing it.
Before Bree I never
knew such sheer, depraved
forwardness could
be so much fun.
So I went with it,
jumped right into the role
of shameless flirt.
Girls responded
with pointed whispers,
haughty laughter and, as
I myself have often done,
with evil eyes.
Bree, of course, couldn’t
care less. In fact she thrived
on any and all attention.
Guys responded
to that with solid
once-overs, come-on smiles, and
in Brendan the lifeguard’s case,
with phone numbers.
As If That Weren’t Enough
I sprinted off in search of my friends
and (literally) bumped into Chase
Wagner, Reno High’s stoned bad boy.
Kristina would have offered a quick
apology and scurried away.