I made a 180-degree pivot and prepared for a smooth get away. Maybe he didn’t see me.
“Claire!â€? Dylan yelled from behind me.
Okay, so he’s got 20/20 vision. If I kept moving maybe he would think I didn’t hear him.
“Hey, Claire!â€?
And then he was right next to me, casually draping his arm around my shoulder. Nope, couldn’t pretend to not hear him now.
I knew he wanted to talk to me. The entire school was buzzing. Why would a demi-God like Dylan McDaniel want to talk to an uber-geek like me? I mean, he was perfect – perfect hair, perfect body, perfect… everything. Guys like this did not want to “talk” to girls like me. Not that I was a yard gnome or anything. I was just your basic, no frills girl. I sighed. No sense putting off the inevitable.
“Um, hey, Dylan. You wanted to talk?â€?
I turned to look at him and instantly froze. Dylan had charm, good looks and enough sex appeal to make Mother Teresa look twice. He also had a giant bit of leftover lunch stuck between his two front teeth.