Austin outstretched his hand towards Ethan and hesitating; Ethan shook his hand and gave me a confused look.
“We used to go to the same school when I used to live in Germany,” I explained.
Austin nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, we were quite close.”
I smiled at Austin. He stilled looked the same; his messy, soft hair covered his forehead and the dimple on his right cheek was deeper than before. I bet the ladies were swooning over him; he’s got the brains and the looks. Austin was more towards the gullible, cute side and I had pulled a few pranks on him in school a few years ago.
“What are you doing here?” I asked again, still surprised.
“I’m here as an exchange student for about a month,” he replied.
“Wow! That’s great!” I exclaimed, grinning.
“Totally. A whole month away from my parents, that’s heaven,” he stated with a smirk.
I sighed. “Are they still treating you like you’re ten?”
He nodded, annoyed.
Laughing, my eyes landed on Ethan and I noticed he seemed a bit uncomfortable. He kept looking around awkwardly; he looked as if he was waiting for Austin to leave. I don’t blame him though; if Ethan had come across an old friend and started reminiscing with her, I would feel unwanted and awkward too.
“Hey, you want to dance?” Austin asked suddenly.
“I-uh-um-” I stuttered, looking at Ethan, who didn’t seem very happy about the idea.
Noticing my hesitation, Austin said, “Am I interrupting something?”
“Well-uh-I’m actually on a date with Ethan,” I explained, giving Ethan a quick smile.
“But it’s a dance, I’m sure Ethan wouldn’t mind,” he responded, shrugging. “Would you, Ethan?” he asked, turning to Ethan with raised eyebrows.
“No, no, of course not,” Ethan muttered, forcing a smile on his perfectly shaped face. I couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked jealous and felt a small smirk form on my face.
“Great!” Austin exclaimed. He clearly didn’t see that Ethan did have a problem with this and grabbed my hand as he pulled me towards the dance floor. I looked over my shoulder to take a look at Ethan. He shoved one of his hands in his pocket and raised the cup he was holding sarcastically as if to say ‘have fun.’ I gave him an apologetic smile but he ignored it, turning towards the counter to sit.
Reaching the dance floor, Austin and I managed to squeeze in the crowd. We started swaying to the beat.
“So, how’s Germany?” I asked, yelling over the loud music.
“It’s pretty good, still the same,” he yelled back, shrugging.
I nodded.
“You’ve changed a lot in the past few years,” he remarked.
I frowned. Moving closer to him, so I didn’t have to yell, I asked, “What do you mean?”
“You’re hotter and prettier. And of course, your dressing style is much better,” he said, flashing me a smile.
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
“Yup,” he replied, nodding.
“How?” I asked, feeling myself grow curious.
“Well, for starters, you never wore heels; you were more into converse and tennis shoes. And you loved wearing jeans, shorts and just plain tee shirts with probably a jacket. And your hair! You used to hate keeping it down,” he explained, giving me a shrug.
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My Best Friend's Brother
Romance"Nice try," I said and the smile on his face grew wider. My eyes took in every inch of his face with pleasure. I continued, "But you've got to try better than that to impress me." A soft laugh escaped his lips. "Who said I was trying to impress you...
