Ally
I see her out the corner of my eye. She slides over to the food table and grabs a celery stick. The green vegetable contrasts nicely with her black nail polish as she nibbles on it.
She’s Melissa’s older sister Ally. She’s wearing a long shirt and stretch pants. Her hair, nail polish, and clothes are all the same shade of black. At first I don’t pay her much attention, but then she sits next to me and whispers, “You look like Stephen, my ex.” In her mind, I assume, that’s a good thing. She smiles and searches my body with her eyes. She’s looking at me the way I would look at Tamera. That makes me laugh a little bit.
Ally’s not real interested in partying, but she’s seriously interested in me. I’m fourteen and she looks at least sixteen, but none of that seems to matter to her becau
