Silently wishing himself luck, Hillman threw down the half-empty can of 7-Up and walked over to Cheryl.
Four big varsity jacket-wearing guys laughed at him as he approached. There was no way he was even going to get a chance to make eye contact with her.
Using the ball on Cheryl, Hill tried not to laugh as she brushed them aside and approached him.
"Hi," she smiled and offered her hand. "Want to go for a walk?"
"Sure," Hillman quickly replied.
Turning his back on the guys, he and Cheryl walked back down the path he had just come up.
He couldn't believe this was working. He was walking with the hottest chick at this school.
He kept glancing at her low cut blouse, admiring all the cleavage she had the courage to show, not to mention the short skirt she was wearing. He didn't know where to look. He began to think about thanking Brad for throwing him down the cliff.
"Let's go for a ride," she had changed her mind upon reaching the parking lot.
"Okay," Hill answered.
When they reached his convertible, Cheryl got real excited. "I love convertibles."
"Thank you," Hillman whispered to himself as they jumped in his car and pulled away. His mind only thinking of Cheryl and the painfull erection trapped in his tight jeans. |