Stupid Prizes

Nobody else seems to see what I see.

I looked at his profile. Wondering exactly what that was.

With his short cropped blonde hair and straight nose and full lips and long corded neck, he looked like a cross between an athlete and a bad boy.

Which is an accurate assessment really.

He’s both.

“Now, come over here Sweet Girl.” He patted the bench next to him. “And give me a show as sweet as the one you were giving my buddies to make me jealous.”

I choked a little on my food. “I wasn’t-”

“Weren’t you?” He cut me off.

“No. I-”

“Cause it was working.” He finished.

I blinked slowly. Peering at him. “You were jealous.”

“Yeah. They were giving you wayyy more attention than they ever give me…”

I swatted at his shoulder.

Chuckling, he dodged further blows.

He patted the bench next to him again and tipped his head to insist.