There's Just Something Sexy About...

There's Just Something Sexy About... *6*

There's Just Something Sexy About... *6*

Surprisingly, I wasn't unnerved. I probably should have been, but if he was talking about me, then I couldn't help but think it was kind of sweet. No one had said anything like that to me in a long time.

I walked to lunch on Friday as if nothing had happened. I hadn't heard anything about Mrs. Baklen, but I had her last period of the day. I was looking forward to gym more than usually today.

I set my bag on the table and sat in-between Cami and Hannah. Cami turned to me with a smile.

"How was the art show? I never got a chance to ask yesterday."

"It was fun," I smiled, trying my best to not see that painting again in my mind.

"Do you like him?" Hannah butt in.

A wide smile threatened to break out of my face, but I forced it away. "Maybe. I'm not really sure yet."

Cami made a scoffing noise. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

"Sure do."

Now it was both of them scoffing at me. "He has made it so obvious that he's interested, and your turning him down?!"

I looked at Hannah in defense. "I am not! I'm going to his grandparent's this weekend. I'm not COMPLETELY turning him down; I'm just not ready for a relationship!"

"Luke isn't Tommy."

That had me looking at Cami with a dumbfounded stare. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"I'm just saying that you can't hold back just because you think Luke will be a repeat- because he won't. And I just can't wrap my head around you not falling for that god-like smile and charm."

"You date him then," I seethed. I got up from the table before I could get a response.

~*~*~*~

A chilly breeze nipped at my rosy cheeks. I hugged my windbreaker tighter around me, wishing I could have stayed inside.

I dragged my feet behind me as I continued to walk on the dry grass. It cracked beneath my steps and all around me it swayed, the gentle rhythm having me wish I could be one of them. I took a deep sigh before letting it go, but it didn't seem to help.

"You look sad," I heard a voice behind me.

I swiveled around slowly to see Johnny standing awkwardly behind me. I let out a laugh and his lips pulled into a smile. "Nice to see you, too," I gave an indifferent laugh.

He came toward me to join me in my slow walking. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to bore you," I spoke absentmindedly.

"Since when are you boring?" I heard the laughter in his words.

"I guess since never..."

"What did Cami say?"

"Huh?"

"You got up after she said something to you. What did she say?"

I let a soft moan escape my lips. "She said that Luke isn't Tommy."

Even Johnny knew how much that had hurt me. He wrapped me in a side-hug and kissed the top of my head with brotherly love. He reminded me so much of Jake sometimes...We continued to walk like that across the field behind the school for a long time in silence.

"But what if he's not?" Johnny whispered.

I stopped to look him the eyes. "How do I know? The only way I'll ever find out if he is or isn't is if I got involved with him. And then if I found out he WAS like Tommy, what good does that do? I'll just get my heart broken all over again..."