Summer Boy***
[3]
"Oh my God! Jules, it's Ryan Lexis!"
I looked sharply over at Mickey, who was grinning widely at me. Ryan Lexis? Was she serious? I looked back at the door, and realized she was right - the guy I thought was Luke, was actually Ryan Lexis.
God, I hadn't seen Ryan Lexis since eighth grade, when he practically stalked me because he had a crush on me. He had moved to Malibu in the beginning of freshman year. And now he was back.
Mickey stood up and waved her arms around like an idiot. "Ryan! Ryan! Over here!" she was screaming. He spotted her and he must've recognized her, because his face split into a grin and he began to make his way over to us. I took this time to check him out: dirty blonde hair with bangs that hung in his face (something I loved on guys), muscles that were definitely there, but that weren't bulging and gross, and he was at least 6'2", which was way better then Luke's 5'10" (I loved tall guys because they looked adorable next to my own height of 5'3"). As he reached our table and gave Mickey a hug, I couldn't help but notice that his eyes where the bluest I'd ever seen. They were a deep, deep blue that was absolutely gorgeous, and they seemed to sparkle. Literally sparkle.
After he was finished hugging Mickey, Ryan turned to face me. I stood up to hug him and I noticed that he was checking me out. I stood, unmoving, as his eyes slid over me and his smile grew. I felt myself smile involuntarily. Then I leaned over across the table and hugged him. As I wrapped my arms around his slim waist, I felt what was sure to be a six-pack of tight abs under his thin white T-shirt.
Damn. Ryan Lexis was hot.
He let me go and we sat down at the same time. Mickey looked at both us suspiciously, but just shrugged and took another sip of her coffee.
"So. Mickey Hofstra and Jules Princeton. It's been a while," Ryan said, leaning back in his chair. "Mickey, I see you lost the red and went for black with blue?"
Mickey laughed. "Actually Ryan I lost the red about two weeks after you moved and went with my natural black. But I've been adding different colors like every month. I actually just did the blue this morning. There were red streaks in it." She smirked and took a gulp of her coffee again.
Ryan laughed and turned to me. "So Jules, how come you haven't dyed your hair yet?" As he said this, he reached out and grabbed a lock of my straightened dark red hair (my hairdresser called it auburn). His eyes met mine and he grinned.
I smiled back, keeping my lips closed.
"And now to the question I've been dying to ask you two since I sat down - are you single?"
Mickey's face split into a huge grin. "I'm not - you remember Luke Bane? We've been going out about a year now."
Ryan nodded and looked at me. "And you?"
I smirked and said, "I practically invented the term 'Single-Girl Swag'."
"Oh, it's so true! She hasn't a boyfriend since freshman year, when she went out with Tom Letterman, who cheated on her with Jennifer Kelly, an over-tanned idiot with over-bleached blonde hair and an obvious boob job."
I glared at Mickey while Ryan tried to keep from laughing. "Gee, thanks Mick. You know, I was trying to be all subtle and cool, but I guess that wasn't in the cards."
We both laughed and Ryan scooted his chair closer to me. Slinging what was supposed to be a supportive arm around me, but what I suspected was more of a romantic gesture, he said, "Don't worry about it, Jules. We still love you."
And when Mickey literally threw her head back and laughed, Ryan leaned his lips close to my ear and said, "Trust me Jules, single is better. You can kiss whoever you want and get away with it."
Was it just me, or was he telling me something?