His shirt was off.His abs, were washboard. His body was tanned.His smile was sly.He knew I liked what I saw.I liked what I saw.He knew that I wanted to touch his body.I wanted to touch his body.He knew I wouldn’t admit it because I hated him.I wouldn’t admit it because I hated him.Ha! He just flexed.Oh god.I’ve gotta get that body.No,no, stop Lisel.You hate him, remember.He called you scrawny and nerdy.Just get over him.Ugggh.It would have been a lot easier to listen to myself if he would just put a shirt on.He jumped into the pool, and swam his laps.I watched him in awe.Wait!Not in awe, in disgust.Why am I here?Oh right to wait for my dumb brother.When is the swimming practice thing over? Please, Brent, finish you’re laps before he emerges. Wet. Uggggggh. I’ve gotta get over this dude. Yes! Brent is done.I’m outta here.Oh god.He’s done also.Okay, Okay, take it easy.He’s just another human being.”Hey, red, if you’d like to see what’s below this body, call me.I know you have my number.”did he just talk to me?