Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

Oh. My. God.
I totally forgot the skimpy little running outfit Nicole made me
wear. This whole time I’ve been half-naked in his arms—all right, I
know all the important parts are covered and by MTV standards my
clothes are practically dowdy, but for me this is exposed.
I’m not sure what to do. Should I kick and scream, demanding
he put me down right now? Leap out of his arms—and likely fall flat
on my face again thanks to Nicole’s amazing disappearing ankle
trick? Enjoy the sensation of being held while his head dips down,
inching closer and closer to mine—
“Ah-hem.”
Startled, I look up to see Stella standing in our open doorway.
She has her hands on her hips and looks like she caught us making
out on the front steps.
Griffin’s ears are red with embarrassment.
Without saying a word he drops me on the steps, nods to Stella,
and jogs off across the yard.
“Just keep in mind,” Stella snaps, “that you are supposed to be
stealing Griffin away for me, not from me.”
I nod absently, not focused on her but on the spot where Griffin
had just disappeared over the hill. Holding onto the doorjamb so I
don’t fall over, I can’t waste energy worrying about her being mad
at me.
Griffin Blake had been about to kiss me!
And stupid Stella had to interrupt.
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