to what Cherie has to say,
and not that I’ve really
discussed my feelings
with her, except to half
answer her nosy questions.
He’s really cute, isn’t he?
You really like him, huh?
Well, duh and duh. But I say,
“Yeah, he is. And wouldn’t you?”
Did he ask you out yet?
Did he kiss you yet?
“No and no.” Just thinking
about kissing him makes me
nervous. All I know about kissing
is what I’ve seen in the movies.
Still, I have to admit the idea
does intrigue me more than a little.
I try to look nonchalant about
how I feel. But it must be obvious
to anyone with eyes how
I can’t keep my own eyes
off Bryce. It’s like my irises
are made of iron and
he’s a head-to-toe magnet.
That’s not hard to understand.
He’s adorable. Smart. Funny.
What I really don’t get
at all, though, is why
the attraction is mutual.
Bryce is caviar. I am