I was downtown when I spotted Jason getting out of his car. He looked athletic, tanned and sexy as always. I lifted my hand to wave. What to say? “Hi, Jason?” “Hey?” Last week, I’d finally gotten the nerve to talk to him, and I hoped he’d ask me to our prom. But when he saw me, he gaped and looked down at his phone. I was left stuck with my arm in the air.
I patted my hair back as if it were natural to raise my hand up in the middle of the street like a loopy game show contestant. “Ooh, pick me, pick me!” Anyway, my hair was sticky with sweat. If I had been smart, I would have leapt in front of a passing garbage truck.
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