“Remember last year, at that party you dragged me to?” I asked.
Avery’s mouth formed a perfect O. “No! Olivia! Not that guy! He looked like an ape!”
“He was pretty hairy,” I snorted.
Avery shuddered. “There’s no way that was a pleasant experience.”
“It wasn’t,” I shrugged. “Is it supposed to be?”
She looked at me like I had completely gone off my rocker this time. “Yes! It’s supposed to be amazing!”
“It lasted like two minutes, how is that amazing?” I asked, avoiding Avery’s gaze by scrunching the bottom of my shirt in my hands.
Avery’s eyes threatened to bug out of her head. “Two minutes? That’s it?!”
“Well, yeah,” I shrugged.
“Oh, girl, you can do sooooo much better than that,” Avery chuckled. “So much better,” she reiterated.
“What did you mean by, it’s in the way he walks?” I asked.
“What?” She asked, looking down at her hot pink nails.
“You said that you could tell Trace would be good in bed, that it’s in the way he walks,” I repeated her earlier statement.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Some guys have this walk they do. They don’t even know they’re doing it. If my experience speaks for anything, every guy that I’ve been with, that has the walk, knows exactly what he’s doing.” She rolled her hips and licked her lips to further drive home her point. “Trust me, Olivia, Trace can show you a good time.”
I hid my face behind my hands again. “I think I’ve reached my sex talk quota for the day.”
“Whatever,” Avery hopped up from my bed, scampering to her side of the room, “you suck.”
I turned my attention back to the homework I really needed to finish, and forced myself to stop thinking about Trace’s walk, and wondering if Avery was right.
???
I no u said Friday but do you think we could do something sooner?
I gazed down at the text message from Trace, wondering what I should do.
I had some free time before my next class and planned to drive to Starbucks. So…did I go on my own, like I had planned? Or did I invite Trace?
Finally, I sighed, and replied.
I’m getting Starbucks. Meet me there?
What was the harm in getting coffee with him?
See u there. :)
My stomach rolled nervously. How could I be so affected by Trace? Why him and not another guy? What was so special about him? There had been plenty of guys in the last year who had tried to make a move on me, but I felt nothing, for them, while Trace caused a funny stirring in my stomach.
I tried not to think about the way he made me feel as I got in my car and drove to Starbucks.
He wasn’t there when I arrived, and I stepped up to the counter, ordering a Cinnamon Dolce latte.
The guy handed me my drink and I slipped a cardboard sleeve on it.
Surprisingly, Starbucks was mostly empty.