I yanked my hand out of his grasp, bolted out of the car, and sprinted toward my class.
During the lesson, I received a message from him.
I checked it out, and my mind went blank.
It was full of his abs pictures.
Each one was more suggestive than the last.
Startled, I quickly flipped my phone face down on the desk.
After a few seconds, I calmed down.
But I couldn't resist my LSP (Little Pervert Syndrome) tendencies. I ended up scrolling through each photo from top to bottom.
He had me completely figured out.
This wasn't me.
But one of the pictures caught my attention again.
His shirt lifted just enough to tease but not show everything.
"But isn't it lame not to go all the way?" I thought.
Then another picture caught my attention.
Eight-pack abs and Adam's apple paired with a tie.
Leading down to...
Could his pants get any lower?
In my head, I was cheering, "I want to see more!"
Then more messages from Lyman popped up.
[Say something.]
[Don't play dead.]
[I know you've seen it.]
[Wild enough?]
[Does this meet your taste?]
I didn't reply.
He sent a picture of a sniper rifle.
[Wait for me after school.]
No way was I going to do that.
Today was my crush Winford Lamb's birthday.
I promised I'd be there.
I texted back. [You're too old. I like sunshine boys.]
After school, I sneaked out with my best friend Michele Trujillo to the bar.
I sat in a corner, swaying to the music while Michele sang.
Winford came over and sat next to me.
He said, "Lilia, I have something to tell you."
I turned to meet his intense gaze.
I knew where this was going.
I scratched my neck, suddenly feeling guilty.
Lyman's texts came back to mind.
[Lilia, you're being naughty.]
His message seemed to press down on me.
"Lilia," Winford pulled my attention back, "are you listening?"
"Huh? What were you saying?" I asked.
He leaned in close to my ear, his voice soft and a bit intimate.
He said, "I've liked you for a long time.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Just then, Michele switched songs.
Winford's words echoed in the suddenly quiet room.
Everyone was shocked.
They all looked at me.
It was super awkward.
Logically, I should've been thrilled. After all, I liked Winford.
But his confession now made me feel uneasy.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Lyman.
My neck itched like crazy.
"I..." I started to respond.
"You can't."
A cold voice cut through the air.
The door to the room swung open.