I examined the cuts on my leg closely, trying not to let him see my blush.
"That's gonna hurt for a little while. Maybe try not to open that big scab," He said.
"Huh yeah. You know with my luck, I'll probably pull the cut open when I'm shaving," I didn't need to say that. Why did I say that?
He gave a slight, uncertain chuckle.
"Frick, sorry, I didn't need to tell you that" I blushed even more.
"Nah, you're good," He assured me.
"Oh good," I did some weird, one legged hop thing and I wanted to yell at my stupid, quirkey self.
"Well I should get going. I'll see you around..." He said, drawling off as if asking me what my name was.
"Jenna," Why did I say that? My name's not Jenna; it Mella.
"Cool. See you around, Jenna," He walked off.
I mentally screamed. Why did I say my name was Jenna!
