"Well, that was interesting," Blake said, and suddenly, that was the funniest thing that I had ever heard. I whipped my head back and laughed, unable to stop once I started.
"Untweestwin," I said with a giggle, grabbing his hand. "Ya know, that's an untweestwin word." Even in my buzzed state, seeing Blake talking to Ryan was weird. Really weird. I'd heard about Ryan these days, but I tuned pretty much all gossip out. He definitely looked like the Mr. Popular type, attractive, definitely, but I could smell him way before I saw him. He was even more definitely not my type, but maybe I could be his...No matter how amazing that thought was, the one thing that I couldn't get past was Ryan Hickson with...Blake.
"Are you...are you okay?" he asked, his gaze locked on mine. I would have thought that he would have taken his hand away, but I guess loverboy still had some feelings for me. I squeezed his hand and rested my head on his shoulder, skipping down the hallway. "Compwooter time!" I cried, twirling around.
An hour later, when class let out, I looked at him with gooey eyes. I had finally come down, but I was seriously craving more.
"Listen, kiddo," I said, throwing my arm around his shoulders and hugging him sideways. "I need you to try something, baby. It's so hot. Youdda love it."