It just wasn't on her list of priorities.
Getting out of this kitchen, however, was.
"A while ago," she muttered dismissively, "I should go, I..."
"Wait," Trent ordered.
There was no question of whether or not she would. The way he said it - so enticing, so kind, but so demanding - made it impossible for Lany to do anything else. He stood there, stared at her through this deep, gorgeous blue eyes, and she had never felt more self-conscious. He was staring at her, at the waving, messy brown hair that ended in awkward curls at the small of her back, and her plain brown eyes where her makeup had probably already smudged off.
TRent spoke again with a smile, "Haven't I seen you around school?"
Lany's cheeks grew so hot she knew he could see the blush in them. She didn't want him to know they knew each other.
"Um yeah, you...well we talked a few times."
The perplexed look on Trent's face made Lany want to run away. He was thinking, processing, remembering.
And that was the one thing she couldn't let him do. Because then, he'd know who she was and she'd get kicked out of the party, and everyone would know what a total, complete, utter loser she was. How crazy she was.
"Wait, oh my gosh, I know who you are," Trent whispered.
Lany smiled a huge, distracting smile, "No, no you don't, it's okay, I..."
"No, you're the girl," he interrupted, "The one who's mom died last year, right?"
Swallowing against a lump in her throat, Lany nodded.
"And then that one day, you like...oh my gosh that was you!"
Lany grimaced, and turned towards the door, "I'll just, uh, I'll just go. Maybe, I'll..."
"Wait," he whispered it this time, but the effect was the same. Lany stopped in her tracks. "Wait, don't leave. It's okay. You totally had every reason to be freaking out."
"Trent, no I could have killed your friend."
"Well, it was his fault for being such an idiot. Nobody should touch a girl that doesn't want to be touched. Now, please stay."
Lany felt herself smile as something warm made her beat faster.
"Sure."
Getting out of this kitchen, however, was.
"A while ago," she muttered dismissively, "I should go, I..."
"Wait," Trent ordered.
There was no question of whether or not she would. The way he said it - so enticing, so kind, but so demanding - made it impossible for Lany to do anything else. He stood there, stared at her through this deep, gorgeous blue eyes, and she had never felt more self-conscious. He was staring at her, at the waving, messy brown hair that ended in awkward curls at the small of her back, and her plain brown eyes where her makeup had probably already smudged off.
TRent spoke again with a smile, "Haven't I seen you around school?"
Lany's cheeks grew so hot she knew he could see the blush in them. She didn't want him to know they knew each other.
"Um yeah, you...well we talked a few times."
The perplexed look on Trent's face made Lany want to run away. He was thinking, processing, remembering.
And that was the one thing she couldn't let him do. Because then, he'd know who she was and she'd get kicked out of the party, and everyone would know what a total, complete, utter loser she was. How crazy she was.
"Wait, oh my gosh, I know who you are," Trent whispered.
Lany smiled a huge, distracting smile, "No, no you don't, it's okay, I..."
"No, you're the girl," he interrupted, "The one who's mom died last year, right?"
Swallowing against a lump in her throat, Lany nodded.
"And then that one day, you like...oh my gosh that was you!"
Lany grimaced, and turned towards the door, "I'll just, uh, I'll just go. Maybe, I'll..."
"Wait," he whispered it this time, but the effect was the same. Lany stopped in her tracks. "Wait, don't leave. It's okay. You totally had every reason to be freaking out."
"Trent, no I could have killed your friend."
"Well, it was his fault for being such an idiot. Nobody should touch a girl that doesn't want to be touched. Now, please stay."
Lany felt herself smile as something warm made her beat faster.
"Sure."
