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Melissa

Please, God, if you care about me at all, don’t let Jack be interested in her Or vice versa

I had a class with Melissa, and often foundattention to the teacher I’d caught her staring back atwould occasionally buet a whiff of the fruity scent of her shampoo

We flirted, that much I knew And she seemed interested, but so far I hadn’t worked up the nerve to do anythingblue eyes and silky brown hair more often than I cared to admit

Hell, ht, but then gave myself a mental slap No, no way I didn’t want to sleep with Melissa and then never do it again That kind of shit wasn’t in my DNA the way it was in my brother’s

Melissa passed by me in a huff as she stor after her Being pissed off suited her Her blue eyes practically gave off sparks when she washer look like a pissed-off Tinker Bell

“Melissa!” I shouted over the music, but she didn’t seem to hear, so I shouted her name once more as I reached for her arm

She instinctively yanked out of rasp and whipped around to face , ready to do battle But once she realized it was e, everything relaxed Then her pretty face broke out into a big smile

“Dean, hi!”

When she launched herself into ed her back and breathed her in, trying not to look like a douchebag She smelled like summer and sunshine After a beat, I reluctantly released her

“Wasyou?” I nodded my head in the direction of the front door

“Your brother’s an asshole”

Thank you, God, I thought, assu that this meant Melissa was not, and never would be, interested in hiirls in Southern California, but not this one