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of his beer and
then walks off with his buddies.
    As I watch him head
back inside, my eyes catch a girl’s slight frame through the window by the pool
table.   A blue mini skirt hugs her
perfect hips.   Blue.   My favorite color.   Ryan Morgan’s got his hands all over
her, which tells me she’s taken, but I can still look.   That body deserves to be
appreciated.   She looks familiar,
but I don’t remember where I’ve seen her.   Maybe she’s in one of my classes.
    “Wanna play pool?”
I suggest to Nick, hoping to meet the svelte figure behind the glass.
    “Sure.”   Nick shrugs.   “I suck though – just saying.”
    “So do I, but we
can fake it.   Let’s go.”
    We nudge our way
back through the house and over to the pool table.   When we get close enough, I recognize the girls.   They’re the ones I sat with at lunch
today – well, tried to sit with anyway.   The girl in the miniskirt is the one that fled the lunch
table earlier, saying she had to pee.   Brilliant.   I definitely haven’t
heard that one before.   I must say it
hurt a little.   I usually attract
girls, not run them off.   Maybe she
sensed what kind of guy I am – the kind that will never get close to
anybody.   Some girls know it before
they even meet me.
    The blonde one’s
eyes light up when she sees us coming.   She either has no idea about the kind of guy I am, or doesn’t care.   I sense that she’s a lot like me.   She stands a little straighter and
sticks her chest out like some jungle bird doing a mating dance.  
    “Sebastian,” she
calls as we approach.
    I bump fists with
Ryan and try to discreetly check out his girlfriend in the miniskirt.   Then I turn toward the blonde and say
sweetly, “Megan, right?”
    She’s gleaming,
probably ecstatic that I remembered her name.   But then again, I’d bet everyone at this school knows her
name.
    She slides to my
side and regards Nick next to me.   “Who’s this?”
    “Nicolás!” a voice calls.   It’s Ryan’s girl, the angel in the blue
skirt, the one that wanted nothing to do with me at lunch today.
    She scoots up
beside Nick.   Her light brown hair hangs
in long waves over a top that is cut high enough to leave something to the
imagination.   My mind instantly
starts imagining.   And how the hell
does she know Nick?   It seems she’s
the only one at this party who does.
    Nick fidgets with
the leather bands on his wrist.   “Hey, Kendra.”
    Her smile beams, lighting
up her whole being.   She turns to
the other girls at the table.   “Guys, this is Nicolás.   We
have a couple of classes together.”
    The girl with the
short blonde hair prances over to us.   “I’m Lexi.   It’s nice to
meet you, Nicolás.”
    He appears to be
uncomfortable as the center of attention.   “It’s Nick.   Just Nick.”
    Lexi’s smile
brightens.   “Okay, Nick.   It’s nice to meet you.   Kendra was talking about you.   You’re a junior, right?”
    “Yeah.”
    I eye Kendra’s
toned legs, wondering why she was talking about my cousin.   Why is she so interested in Nick?   When she met me, she couldn’t get away
fast enough.
    Lexi motions to the
others.   “That’s Candace.   And that’s Ryan.”
    Ryan nods. “We met
at the door.   You guys are cousins,
right?”
    “Yeah,” I say.   I glance at Kendra, wondering what
she’ll think of that, wondering if she’ll hate me any less now that she knows
I’m Nick’s cousin.   She seems to
like him well enough.   I try not to
think about why that irritates me.
      “Oh,” she says quietly, moving her eyes
back and forth between us.
    “Can we join your
game?”   I ask loud enough that
everyone can hear me, but my eyes are focused on Kendra’s.
    She’s just beginning
to open her mouth to say something, when Megan answers with a resounding “Yes”
and hands me a cue stick.   “I’ll
rack ‘em,” she says.   “You can be
on my team, Sebastian.   You won’t be