Nathan: Branston High Series
She stops dead in her tracks, I can't help the grin on my face as I see her about to turn, but, disappointingly, two of her friends link their arms through hers and keep walking, dragging her along with them and depriving me of any sort of response.
I'm disappointed, I love watching her face flush and her eyes narrow at me when she's angry. Maybe I'll sneak into her room when we get there and unpack her suitcase, I bet she's had it fully packed and double checked for days.
"You're not really screwing that bitch, are you?" Sally's nails trail down my arm, pulling my attention back to her. "Because I can guarantee she's not as good as I am, you want to come to mine now and see?"