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Look at the way he's stacking up the wood, like he's some type of macho man. Obviously trying to impress me. He's completely clueless that he's overrated in my mind. And his jeans are way too tight. You know, he's not as hot as he thinks he is with sweat dripping down his forehead. And his neck. And his chest. And- Stop it.

... News flash, Owen. We're history.

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11. Eleven

I go back to school on Monday with an open mind, and I don't treat Owen with much attitude. He even kissed me during eighth period, but not where anyone could see.

"So listen." He tells me after I'd waited for him outside of the boys locker room for twenty minutes. "This girl Ava," he's buttoning his jersey, so his words keep drifting off. A side effect of multi tasking, I suppose. "I'm going out with her tomorrow night. And I have question." 

I try not to be stunned, mainly because I'm not supposed to be. "Go ahead." 

"Should I get her flowers?" I glare at him while he's not looking, because I know he's doing it on purpose. He's talking to me about this chick to see if I'll get jealous. The only way to climb over it is to act like it doesn't phase me. 

"Definitely." I nod, acting casual. We go outside and walk towards the field. 

"Stay for the game." He says, once he notices that I'm starting to drift away from him. 

"I can't. I promised James I'd cook tonight. He works late." 

"At least give me a kiss." He calls, as I'm walking away. 

"Go kiss Ava." I shout back nicely, smiling. That was his first hint. He grins, and I know he likes this game we were playing. And I kinda like it too.

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The next day I find myself watching Hank before school. He's with his best friend Seth, and they're just finishing a game of basketball. I intently watch while he tries to charm a few girls, all red and sweaty. His hair looks more blonde than usual, and I could tell he's been working out. I smile to myself for having such ooey gooey thoughts about him. He's hot. 

Out of the corner of my eye I see Owen. He has a girl pressed against the wall, and he's talking to her closely, probably in a whisper voice. I snort when he glances at me, a teasing action. He grins to himself, satisfied that he has finally caught my attention. I focus on him while he rubs his nose against hers, and she giggles under her breath. Like if he's all hers. 

I start walking to them, taking time to observe him physically. He has on long bleached jeans, with rips and small sections of navy blue. And a white shirt. V neck. There's a chain around his neck, and the center piece is hidden beneath his shirt. He pulls away from her, Ava I assume, once he sees me coming. He's not intimidated, so he acts nonchalant. 

I put my lips up to his ear, a secretive action. My voice is so low, that way his little friend can't hear. "I can play too, you know." My whisper seems to make him shudder. He doesn't grin his grin, not even a little smirk. But I smile, and walk away smoothly, heading in the exact direction he expects. "Hank." His head snaps up. My hand finds his chest, and he looks at me confused. "Do you think you could walk me to class?" He just nods without a word. I smirk back at Owen,and grab Hanks bicep. 

"You look good, Presley." He tells me. I take advantage of his nice comment to tilt my head against his strong arm. I only glance for a second to see Owen much closer to his friend than the last time I looked. I grin to myself again, something I'd done a lot of this morning. 

Hank walks me to class.

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