Danny's pov
I watched her run away before I had a chance to catch my breath. I wondered how long she had been watching. I grabbed a towel and wiped my face and chest off from the sweat. I pulled one side of the earphones out and looked at her brother who was staring me down. I leaned on the doorway to the garage.
"Danny come in here." My mom yelled. I had already received my punishment so my guess was she needed me to help her reach something.
"Coming mom." I said as I tossed the towel over my shoulder and walked to the front door to go in. I wanted her brother to notice that I wasn't intimidated by him. I went inside to find my mom trying to reach the top shelf of the linen closet.
"Can you put these up there? She had some old quilts that grandma had made and she was trying to put them where they wouldn't get used much.
"Yeah of course." I said. With the way my mom worked she was still unpacking. I had gotten all my stuff including my work out equipment set up, but hadn't really helped with anything else.
"You know you don't look half bad when you ain't all powdered up and dressed in black." She said turning around and smiling. I squinted at her, but the truth is I think Felisha agreed with her. Why else would she be staring at me just a few minutes ago? Damn it, I said to myself. I don't know what it was, but she made me want to be normal. Ahhhh. I helped my mom for the rest of the night then went up to my room. How did she get under my skin so quickly, well other then how nice she was to everyone. I grabbed some clean shorts and took a shower. So what would happen if I tried to be normal, if I tried to fit in? I would just get hurt that's all. I would have to move away and lose friends I made. As I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling I thought about her. I wasn't her type, that damn jock was, so why couldn't I just make myself stop thinking about her. I closed my eyes and drifted off tho sleep. I woke up before my alarm went off for some reason and got out of bed. I looked out the window toward her house when I saw her come out bare foot in a pink pajama set. Wow she had some nice legs. The shorts were really short and the tank top well it didn't help her look. She wasn't small chested and the messed up hair, damn. Sometimes being a male had disadvantages as somethings just happen.
"Danny, oh, oh my god," my mom slamed the door shut as I jerked the pillow from my bed to hide myself, "I am so sorry. I should have knocked." That was humiliating.
"What is it mom? What do you want?" I said irritated, you would think she knew I was a male and that I needed privacy. Or rather I had certain parts of my anatomy, aka my penis, that had a mind of its own.
"I was um just going to say your grandma was sending you some stuff so since you didn't have after school thing come straight home." I could tell she was just as embarrassed as I was.
"Okay yeah." I was sitting on the bed now cradling my pillow. She just left without saying anything else. Well at least it went away. I looked in my closet and over into the corner at the box of clothes I wore when family visited. Nah, I dressed in a red solid shirt and my normal black attire. I can't let this girl get to me that way. I walked down to the bus stop after I grabbed a bite to eat and stood there for a second alone.
"Uhh, Hi." She said meekly as she turned beat red just seeing me.
"Hi." Said smiling as she looked down at the ground. "I um like your hoodie." I said she had on bluejeans and a red hoodie with her hair down and her books gripped tightly in her arms. She bit her bottom lip and looked over at me quickly then back down.
"Look yesterday, I um I am sorry I didn't mean to, I wasn't spying or anything. I um." She stuttered nervously. The other kids gathered around the stop as we talked.
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The life of a Flea
Novela JuvenilFlea: Failing loser exhibiting ambition; aka me. Hi I am Felisha Mayple and this is my highschool story. My dad is a judge, my brother is a quarter back, and I am the smartest person in our school. Needless to say I don't have many friends, but my w...