As Brett roughly grasps the steering wheel to make a sharp turn, he winks at me. Wow, I never thought that one small gesture could make me so gittery. I stare at him, studying his features closely. The small dimples on the sides of his cheeks reflect the gloomy street lights that fall behind our racing car. I stare at him, not realizing it has been five minutes of observing, and he notices.
"Do I have something on my face? Haha." He chuckles with a raspy tone. My cheeks turn bright red with embarassment.
"No, haha. Sorry." I laugh nervously. Why am I so nervous?
"Don't be sorry, it's fine," he says softly, "I stare at you a lot too. You're just so, so gorgeous. Not only that, but you are also just a genuine person and not like those snobby girls at school. You're real." He gives a small smile as he peeks over at me to see my reaction. I am so flattered. I thank him with a glance. As I try not to smile too much, I feel him grasp my hand. We both look at eachother and exchange soft smiles as our fingers intertwine. This is perfect.
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Teen FictionFollow the musically talented, social, and outgoing fifteen year old, Jessica Hillside, through her teenage life as a honors role high school student. She would have never thought to be attracted to the most popular, athletic boy, Brett Dusting. W...
