For information address: iUniverseĢ021 Pine Lake Road, Suite 100 Lincoln, NE 68512 Writers Club Press an imprint of iUniverse, Inc. Recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher. Roeder No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, I had nothing.All Rights Reserved © 2001 by Mark A. I didn't really expect him to talk to me. He'd never done anything to me, but then he'd never even bothered to talk to me. Brendan seemed like a pretty nice guy, but I still didn't like him too much. Every girl wanted to be his girlfriend and every boy wanted to be him. He had muscles bulging in all the right places. He was smart, good looking, and athletic. He was a living, breathing advertisement for tall, dark, and handsome. Brendan was the captain of the football team.
Brendan smiled at her as he passed our table and went to sit with his football buddies. I knew what most boys at school wanted from her. I guess I was afraid that if she started dating that I wouldn't get to talk to her. It wasn't because I thought of her as my girlfriend or anything. I knew it was stupid, but I didn't like it when Stacey paid a lot of attention to another guy like that. The boys watched him as well, with an envious look in their eyes and a touch of jealousy too. I noticed that the other girls sitting near were watching him too, even though most of them were pretending not to watch. She wasn't the only one who followed him with her gaze either. Stacey stopped talking when Brendan Brewer walked toward our table. I always had to wear my brother's old clothes too, hand-me-downs from my dad, which were too big for me and made me look even smaller. I was pretty short and thin, however, and looked younger than my age. I didn't like that, I wasn't a baby-I was fifteen. I don't mean that she treated me bad, or ordered me around or anything it's just that sometimes she acted more like a babysitter than a friend. The only thing I didn't like about Stacey was that she treated me like a little boy sometimes. She knew I was real, and not a fake like the others. The other boys just pretended they were interested, so they could be near her and check her out. Stacey knew I was really interested in what she had to say. I just talked, and I listened, really listened. Maybe because I didn't drool all over her like the other boys. She talked to me like a real person, like I was worth knowing. I liked her because she was nice to me, and she didn't look down upon me because of my worn clothes the way most people did.
She was my best friend, my only friend really. A Better Place Fall 1980 Casper I put my tray down and took my place beside Stacey.
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