Waiting in Line for the New iPad Read Free

sex like this - who would have thought?
    Dylan got the feeling he'd never see these
girls again - so what the hell if he made a fool out of himself in
front of them?
    He said: "Because I'm a guy, I have no idea
what guys think?"
    "That's not what I said," she
huffed. 
    "That's what it sounded like."
    She huffed: "Now you're just pissed because
you know you're completely replaceable in the bedroom by a piece of
vibrating plastic you can get for $9.99 on Amazon."
    "Oh, I can do more than just vibrate," he
said, surprising himself again with his own boldness.
    He heard Noelle quietly gasp at that, and
look away with mild outrage at one of her friends. It made him feel
all tingly inside to provoke her - had he really meant to sound
quite that dirty and suggestive?
    Noelle tried to conceal her reaction by
taking the argument back a point or two. She said: "Guys feel
all small and pathetic if girls tell them what to do. They can't
handle girls who know what they want."
    "You're obviously not hanging out with the
right guys," Dylan said.
    She shook her head, insisting she had it
right. She said: "We shouldn't even have to tell guys how to do it.
They should know. Girls spend all their time reading magazines
and stuff about how to please their man - and guys just look at the
pictures and jack off."
    "That's not true - plenty of guys read up on
how to do it."
    "I've never met any."
    "You have now."
    Noelle sniffed, and then turned away from
him, back to her circle of friends, ignoring him again. Somehow, he
could tell he'd irritated her, that he'd infuriated her, that she
hated not having the last word. Dylan felt a little pang of regret
that he hadn't done better at keeping her onside. It had made him
feel all warm and creamy inside when he was talking with her.
    But now her friends were talking about going
to get food, and Noelle seemed just as eager to get something to
eat.
    Dylan felt his stomach rumble - the thought
of the packet of chips and can of diet Coke in his backpack, along
with a measly Hershey bar, did not particularly appeal to him. The
girls looked as though they were preparing to leave the line
entirely to go hit the McDonalds around the corner. Surely they
wouldn't risk losing their spot in the line?
    Somebody piped up - he didn't hear who -
about the very issue he was currently pondering, and there was a
discussion about one of them needing to stay behind to protect
their precious place in the queue.
    Dylan felt his chest warm up a degree or two
as Noelle volunteered for the job, so long as they brought her back
a Chicken McNugget meal. For however long those girls spent getting
their fast food, Dylan would be sitting alone with Noelle. Why had
it been her that volunteered to stay behind?
    Nerves flickered in his belly, but he tried
to settle them by telling himself he'd got it wrong - there was no
way Noelle had volunteered to wait in line for everyone else.
    Yet the other girls all stood and gathered
their things and at their leisure departed, leaving the feisty
brunette there sitting no more than five feet away from him, all
cute and curvy.
    He tried not to look, tried to focus on his
Kindle. She'd think he was some kind of pervert if he stared now
that her friends weren't around to shield his gaze from her. Oh,
but she was so sweet on the eye, with those big blue eyes, flowing
figure and long legs revealed by her summery skirt.
    "So who are you, anyway?"
    He almost missed it - almost dismissed it as
his imagination. She was looking at him. She'd said something to
him. She'd asked him who he was.
    "I've never seen you around school," she
added, and Dylan felt his heart do a little somersault.
    "Dylan Winfield. I go to St Joseph's," he
said. "You guys are from Marchmont, right?"
    She nodded. "But you live around here?"
    "My Mom does. She split from my Dad maybe
six, seven years ago?"
    "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and sounded
genuine.
    He shrugged. "Best thing that could have
happened to them - now they're