No fuss, no muss.
And that, my friends, is why Natalie pretty much tops my go-to list.
"Yep, she's cool."
Which is exactly why this relationship works out so well between us. I have zero interest in being tied down. And Natalie knows better than to bring it up. Once I catch even a whiff of - "Parker, I want us to be exclusive" I cut them loose. I have too much going on with football and lacrosse for that. Not to mention school.
The mere thought of school has me draining the rest of my cup in one thirsty gulp. But tonight is Friday night. And we just pummeled Mount Prospect, spanking their asses good. And I've just spent a little time with Natalie Cosgrove. Life is pretty good and I'm not about to let thoughts of school kill the nice buzz I'm working towards.
I hold up my plastic cup. "Going for a refill."
Max joins Adam and Will's conversation as they discuss the football game blow by blow. Actually, it was a pretty awesome game. Coming off a win always feels good.
I'm just turning away from the keg with a full cup of golden deliciousness when some chick literally, and I do mean literally, crashes into my side. I hear her small cry of surprise which quickly morphs into annoyance as half my beer spills down the front of her. Because her head is tilted down, I'm not able to see her face. Only the long blond hair that cascades over it. Gingerly she touches the wet fabric, holding it away from her flesh.
Acting on instinct, I snatch the towel that's lying next to the keg and immediately start mopping the front of her sweater The moment I touch her, her head whips up just before her eyes skewer mine with a death glare that almost shrivels my balls.
Almost. Luckily for me I'm made of sterner stuff than that.
"Please stop, you've caused enough damage already."
Amused by the attitude rolling off her in thick waves, I tilt my head just a bit as my hand falls slowly back to my side. "What happened was an accident. And for the record, you slammed into me. Not the other way around."
Her mouth drops open as her eyes widen. "Seriously?"
Hmmm, her eyes are really kind of amazing. Green. With hints or flecks of gold in them. I step just a bit closer wanting a better look. She cranes her neck as I purposely invade her space. She can't be more than five foot three at the most. I bet I have a good seven inches on her.
Instead of backing up like I expect her to do, she stands her ground before adding, "I didn't slam into you and if that was your lame attempt at an apology, it really sucked."
I can't help the slow smile that spreads its way across my face because this party just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
About The Author
Jennifer lives in Michigan with her family. She studied history at the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee and has a Masters in Educational Psychology also from the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee. She worked as a high school counselor for five years before moving out of state with her family. Feel free to email Jennifer at [email protected].
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