"So, Aubrey," Winnie flashes her a smile. "I heard you're dating Nathan? Is that true?" Immediately, Aubrey blushes. She looks adorable. Red hair and a thousand freckles over her face. She is a gorgeous, tall woman. I bet she looks good standing next to Nathan, who must be close to seven feet tall.
Shit. Why does this make me kind of happy? "Why are you being like this?" Aubrey glares at Winnie. "See, this is why you and I aren't friends anymore, Winnie! You just wish to keep all the guys to yourself! That's what everyone says! Winnie is popular with all the guys, but she doesn't like to sh
Alice Friday has come, and I'm wearing a winter jacket while Winnie and I are waiting for the hockey game to begin. The stadium is filled with people. Some are hardcore dedicated fans; others are only here because college hockey games are rumored to be violent. Or, at least, that's what Winnie
Helmet. Heavy equipment. That hockey stick is held tight by his big hands. He slides forward as if dancing, chased by another player. It baffles me how he can be huge yet move with this elegant precision. Every little move is calculated. I can tell from looking at his focused eyes. "Oh-my-god,
Alice "Won't Nathan laugh if I give him this thing?" I ask with a funny feeling in my stomach. I can't tell if it's fear or excitement. I've drawn a card with various cartoon characters. One of them says they are sorry, and the other holds up a bouquet of roses while asking to please go out with t
I tug on my dress, trying to fix it so that it covers my bra while we are standing in line. "I'm more pad than boobs," I whisper-complain over to Winnie and grimace. "My breast are rising like fresh dough in the oven after borrowing your push-up bra." Winnie giggles. "Stop it! You look sexy!" I
Alice I walk over to the flip chart and pick up a red marker. There aren't a lot of colors to work with: green, blue, red, and black, but I think I can create something that will grab Nathan's attention. While music blasts, my hands work their magic. A smile is stretched across my lips, and I pic
"Nathan, wait—" I grab the back of his shirt, but Nathan doesn't stop, and I'm pulled forward. A yelp leaves my lips, but before kissing the ground, I'm grabbed by two muscular arms. "You are very clumsy, aren't you?" My eyes lift to the ceiling. I can see Nathan's lips twitch above me. He isn'