Angel
Love
Hot
Romatic
Mature
Gone
Trent
Like
Cute
Fun
Wacky
Here . . .
"Listen, Trent. About last night . . . "
"Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about that too," he said, his voice growing more serious. "What do you say we meet up at House of Java after school someime?"
"Well . . . " Tia hesitated, absently coiling a long lock of hair around her index finger.
She could just say no. She should explain about Angel. But he sounded so enthusiastic, so into her - unlike Angel, who wouldn't even pick up his phone.
"Come on," he urged. "I want to make sure you're real and not some beautiful vision I imagined."
Tia laughed. Beautiful vision? How man ytimes had he used that line? And how many times had it worked? Tia wondered, staring at her reddening reflection in the full-length mirror. Don't fall for it, Tee," she told herself. This is just your hormones talking. Don't be an idiot. But somehow her inner voice didn't sound all that convincing.
"Tia? You might as well say yes because I'm not going to hang up until you do," Trent said.
"All right," Tia heard herself say. "How about we meet Wednesday around five-thirty?"