“Oh my God, Beth! What did you say to him? He was watching you walk away like he wanted to pounce!” Zoey asked, grabbing her arm a little more forcefully than she probably meant to.
“Not much. I just called him a little boy, basically.” She shrugged and glanced back at Tom who was on his way to the dugout but still looking in her direction.
“He’s hot,” Dee Dee said longingly, her eyes following Tom. “I love his long hair.”
“Barf.” Beth shook her head. “I mean, if you’re in to self-righteous jackasses, then go for it.”
“I’m not saying I want to marry him, but I wouldn’t mind, you know, making out with him or whatever,” Dee Dee explained.
“I’m sure he’ll be on the square later. I’ve gotta go get the other team’s lineup.”
“’Kay. They are all checking you out,” Zoey smirked, and Beth tur
