I looked away, willing myself not to get a chubby, and saw Brunette #2 up close for the first time.
She was dressed conservatively; a long plaid skirt, beige sweater, and burgundy socks folded down to the tops of black leather shoes. She was gorgeous, an angel’s face with large, dark eyes. She looked like a Catholic schoolgirl, but had to be at least part vixen to hang out with Eric’s crew.
She noticed me only briefly as I stood there, trying not to drool. Mostly she was staring into the sky. Nothing but the moon up there, nearly full, pale and not very interesting.
“Hey bro,” Eric called. He had noticed me noticing her, and was smiling.
I looked away, trying to be cool but failing spectacularly. I could feel my cheeks flaming in a blush.
“Introductions,” Eric announced, motioni
