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CHAPTER 6 GRIFFIN’S FLAME-BLUE EYES glare a hole in me. My knees go a little weak at being so close to him. No matter how many times I tell myself this one is a L-O-S-E-R, my heart still beats faster whenever I think of him. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my body—prepared to flee if the embarrassment meter reaches the warning zone. “Um, I, uh . . .” Great start, Phoebe. Why don’t you just sink into a puddle at his feet? Then he can rinse off his shoes in your pathetic— I lurch as I feel a sharp pinch in my butt. Spinning around, I see Stella and her friend laughing uproariously. Grrr. “Did you want something?” Adara asks, her voice dripping with disdain. “Or did you just want to stand close enough for us to see the pathetic look in your eyes?” That does it! Suddenly, I know I am going to relish stealing Griffin away from her. “Actually,” I focus my attention and my gaze on Griffin, batting my eyelashes at him like a flirting fan-girl. I tell myself Adara isn’t even there. “I wanted to ask for your help.”
Bat, bat, bat. Biting my lip, I try for my most seductive girl pose. Griffin snorts. “With what?” “With the cross-country course,” I say as I step closer and increase my batting speed to mach two. “You must know all the bumps and . . .” I place my hands on my hips, tugging my T-shirt tighter across my chest in the process. “. . . curves.” The corner of his kiss-begging mouth lifts up in a smirk. “Why would I want to help you?” He talks tough, but his eyes never leave mine—like he’s really trying to figure out why I’m asking for his help. Time to play my blackmail card. Stepping forward, I place my hands on his shoulder and lift up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, “Because you don’t want me to tell Coach Lenny about the shoelaces.” I can hear his jaw grind in frustration. Lowering back to my heels, I add, “But if you’re all talk about running, then I guess you can’t help me after all.” With nerves of steel, I turn away. My heart is racing and I can’t feel my hands or my feet. But somehow, I start walking and keep moving forward. I take three steps before he calls out. “Meet me at the starting line at noon on Sunday.” His voice is cocky—without turning around I can tell he’s acting like this is some big joke. “I’ll show you how to run the course.” “See you there,” I say casually and then keep walking. Stella, who has been watching the entire show, smiles and nods at me. I guess she approves of my first effort. Hopefully, that means I won’t have to worry about her zapping my food into something from the low rungs of the animal kingdom anytime soon. 129
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CHAPTER 6<br />
GRIFFIN’S FLAME-BLUE EYES glare a hole in me.<br />
<strong>My</strong> knees go a little weak at being so close to him. No matter<br />
how many times I tell myself this one is a L-O-S-E-R, my heart still<br />
beats faster whenever I think of him. I can feel the adrenaline coursing<br />
through my body—prepared to flee if the embarrassment meter<br />
reaches the warning zone.<br />
“Um, I, uh . . .” Great start, Phoebe. Why don’t you just sink<br />
into a puddle at his feet? Then he can rinse off his shoes in your<br />
pathetic—<br />
I lurch as I feel a sharp pinch in my butt. Spinning around, I see<br />
Stella and her friend laughing uproariously.<br />
Grrr.<br />
“Did you want something?” Adara asks, her voice dripping with<br />
disdain. “Or did you just want to stand close enough for us to see<br />
the pathetic look in your eyes?”<br />
That does it! Suddenly, I know I am going to relish stealing Griffin<br />
away from her.<br />
“Actually,” I focus my attention and my gaze on Griffin, batting<br />
my eyelashes at him like a flirting fan-girl. I tell myself Adara isn’t<br />
even there. “I wanted to ask for your help.”
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