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throats out, and Heather always made a show of how hot she was. I think she was just stunned that Robbie wasn't envisioning himself all over her like every other testosterone filled football player and prepubescent computer geek in a five mile radius. 

"Hey, Auden," Robbie cried, waving his hand above his head and grinning when he saw me. I waved, and I watched as Heather's frown deepened. 

"Hey! I was just looking for you, actually," I smiled. Heather groaned loudly. Robbie glanced up at Heather, who was at least half a foot taller than him in those heels, and gave her a look that made me stifle a laugh. 

"Hello, Goliath," he acknowledged, nodding at her. 

Heather arched a perfect brow and stared down at him as though he were a bug on the bottom of her shoe. "Peasant," she muttered icily. 

"Gossiping about another STD scare, I see," he smiled, making Heather furrow her brows in distaste. 

"Jacking off to Paula Dean again, I see," she snapped back, before her features lit up and her eyes became trained on Beck Rivers. I had to admit, my eyes did linger on him longer than usual, which meant I stared at him for a good five minutes. He looked to good, like Michael Schoeffling in Sixteen Candles. A leather jacket hung perfectly from his strong arms, and a small smirk tugged at his features, making me blush.

I watched in awe as he, the Beck Rivers, walked-- nay, sauntered-- over, a smile on his face. I knew my breath was stuck in my throat now, as I tried to seem cool and exhale, and breath in that intoxicating smell of dryer sheets and freshly cut grass and something I could only describe as Beck. 

His eyes scanned each of us, Heather, Robbie, and I, before Heather smiled victoriously. 

"Beck! Hey, we were just talking about you," she smiled, her white teeth gleaming in the bright light. 

Robbie, looking between the two of them, scratched his head. "We were...?"

I watched in amusement as Heather elbowed him in the ribs, hard. My eyes flickering up, I noticed Beck watching me. I blushed even hard, so hard I was afraid I popped some important artery in my face.

"What were you talking about," he asked, his eyes holding onto mine for a few more moments before asking, his voice deep and honeyed. 

Heather, raising a brow as she drew up blank, blinked. "Um... Robbie's so jealous of your hair! I mean, I would be too. It's so, uh... I mean, it doesn't look bad! You look hot, and I bet it smells good. Does it smell good? I mean, I'd smell it but then.-"

"It's looks good," I cut in, saving her more possible embarrassment. Heather, Heather Gibbs the Fabulous, then turned red for all she was worth, her face soon matching the shade of her strawberry red lips. Beck smiled amusedly. 

"Thanks," he chuckled, looking at Heather then me, "Heather. And...?"

"Auden," I offered, sounding much too excited for someone he was just meeting. Catching that excitement in my voice, I added in a much more nonchalant voice, "Auden Winters."

Beck raised a brow and grinned. "Cool. It sounds like poetry."

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I heard those words roll off his tongue. I knew my face had drained of my color, when Robbie grabbed hold of my arm to keep me steady. I don't think Beck or Heather noticed, because they began chatting about something I couldn't hear. My ears just rang, echoing those words. Poetry. 

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