He was Hot, I was Not!

Stan's POV

"What the hell was that?" Stan asked himself as he angrily made his way out of the water. I almost kissed her. I had wanted to kiss her. A couple of hours with this girl and I can't control myself??? What the hell is wrong with me? Touching her, hearing her laugh, seeing her smile--it had all done me in. I had felt my body start to respond, I should have known that would be the end of me.

"Geez," Stan thought to himself, "I should be able to control myself better than that. She's the virgin, not me." His thoughts were interrupted by a moan of pain.

Kayla? He turned and went back to where she stood at the edge of the water, "What's wrong?" asked Stan noticing her grimace of pain.

"I think I stepped on something," Kayla said. "My foot is bleeding."

I looked at the foot she was holding up off the ground. There was a lot of blood on it. I put my arms around her and picked her up in a bridal hold.

"Stan what the hell are you doing? You're gonna hurt yourself! Put me down! We're not in the water anymore, I'm too heavy to be carried," Kayla protested embarrassed.

"You can't walk, you'll probably get sand in the cut and then it will become infected, and you're not heavy at all," he chuckled at the thought as he carried her to their blanket. "Now let me see your foot."

She looked bemused as she held her foot out for me to see. "You don't think I'm fat?" she finally asked sounding surprised.

Was she serious? I stopped examining her foot for a moment to look at her face. She WAS serious.

"Hell no, YOU ARE NOT FAT," he stated slowly and emphatically. "Actually",he began as he looked down to examine her foot again, "I think you're kind of beautiful,"

"Stan!" I said blushing shyly, but still delighted to hear him say that.

"This is bleeding pretty bad," said Stan, now serious, "I think there's still some glass or something in there and the blood is making it too slippery, I can't get it out," he said.

"Oh, my Mom keeps a first aid kit in the car, maybe you can find something in there," I offered.

While Stan went to look around in the car I sat there thinking about what he had said. He had said I was beautiful. He had looked at me like he meant it, and then there was that moment we had shared in the water. Could Stan be attracted to me?

Stan came back with the first aid kit and a flashlight so he could see my foot better. I realized that the sky was pretty dark now, and it must be pretty late, but for some reason I hadn't really noticed. Maybe because the streetlamps lined up and down the trail of the beach kept it from being too dark.

"There all done," said Stan, "but since the cut is on the curve of your foot I don't know how long that bandage will hold. I wouldn't suggest going back in the water though--the salt water will burn the cut."

"Dr. Stan," I murmured teasingly, "What do you want to be when you grow up Stan," I asked him in a sing-song voice like people used when speaking to kids so he would know I was teasing. But I was curious, I did want to know.

"A gynecologist," Stan said without hestitating--a wicked gleam in his eye.

"You are so nasty!" I shook my head and laughed with him.

"Hey, do you mind if I make myself a snack now?" Stan asked. "I'm kind of hungry and would you like me to get you something too?" he asked.

"Oh Stan, I'm sorry, I forgot you were hungry. Please help yourself. I ate earlier and I'm really not hungry but I would like a bottle of water though," I replied. There was no way in HELL I could eat in front of Stan.

"Wow," Stan said looking in the ice chest, "you really came prepared." While Stan was busy making his snack, I felt around for the shorts and shirt I had discarded earlier and started to put them on.

"Hey, wait, let me help you with that," said Stan noticing I was having trouble getting my shorts on. He sat his paper plate on top of the ice chest and came over to me and lifted me to my feet. "Now you can hold onto me so you won't fall."

After I managed to get my clothes on Stan retrieved his plate of food and some bottled water for both of us and we talked as he ate.

"So what made you come to the beach by yourself anyway?" Stan asked.

"Oh, I don't know," I replied, "I just like to spend time alone sometimes."

"How old are you Kayla," Stan asked me out of nowhere.

"I had a birthday in August--so I just turned 17. How old are you?" I reciprocated.

"I recently turned 18," said Stan.

"Eighteen," I was puzzled, "Aren't you a junior in high school?"

"Actually I'm classified as a senior. I have some credits to make up because of my transfer to a new school," he remarked. "That's why I was on the JV team instead of Varsity--I had to prove myself. Plus, Kenny is the QB on the Varsity team so that position was already filled. Now I have to be on Varsity since I'm 18, but I'm backup to Kenny," he said sounding disappointed.

"You're a great quarterback Stan," I said trying to be sympathetic, but it was true. "I know Kenny, and he is good, but you're better. I'm sure that you'll get to play."

"Thanks Kayla, that really means a lot to me," said Stan. "So Kayla, I've seen you at the games, why aren't you a cheerleader or something? Not your scene?" he asked between taking bites out of his sandwich and drinking his water.

"Stan," I said dejectedly, "I'm too fat to be a cheerleader. I'm at all of the games because I'm the sports reporter for the school paper"

He finished eating and looked at me strangely. Finally he asked, "Why do you keep saying that you're fat? You're...flawless," he exclaimed struggling to find the right word, "you're a lot hotter than those airheads that we have as cheerleaders now. You're smart too, it's kind of a nice change to have an intelligent conversation with a girl. Plus, you're the sports reporter for the school paper, that's really kind of cool," he finished.

"Thank you Stan," I yawned unexpectedly, "You really don't think I'm fat do you?" I asked again. I just couldn't believe it.

"For the hundredth time, NO," he repeated.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I have low self-esteem, I guess. I'm not exactly petite, you know."

"Yeah, I kind of noticed that," said Stan, the tone of his voice changing. "That's not exactly a bad thing in my opinion. You have curves, bones are for dogs, meat is for men," he said.

I laughed nervously, I hadn't heard that one before. As I stopped laughing I noticed that Stan had this weird look on his face--the same look he had had in the water before we got out.

"Kayla," Stan almost whispered, I had to concentrate on what he was saying, I could barely hear him

"What?" I asked wondering what he wanted to say that seemed to be so hard for him to say.

"Kayla, I want to kiss you" said Stan, "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"What?" I asked stunned.