And Then What?. D. Graham R.

then looked back at my face and handed me the glasses. It was so easy.

      “Good boy.” I patted him on the top of his head and then walked away.

      His friends laughed at him. He didn’t seem to mind—he shouldn’t have minded since he got a close-up peek out of it. Sophie got out of the pool and ran her fingers through her hair. The guys all stood in the pool gawking up at her gorgeous figure. She knew they were drooling, so she bent over and slowly ran the towel up one leg. Then she reached her arms up and twisted her hair into a knot. “Bye, boys,” she said before she leaned over to toss her stuff into her bag. I grabbed my bag and followed her.

      “Meet us at the club tonight,” Liam shouted after us.

      We smiled and kept walking. It was fun to mess with them, but they were just goofy boys. I missed Trevor.