TRI△NGLES
8
I turned around and a boy with tousled brown curls, a dazzling smile, and deep green and brown eyes stood in front of me, close enough to touch, close enough to kiss. I could see the small brown triangles mixed into the flecks of green and yellow.
“Hi,” he said, with an accent. I didn’t react. I was frozen up. I did, however, thank each of the Roman Gods that I had given myself a makeover before I stepped out of that bedroom.
“Oh, I see you two have met,” said Jessica, coming up the staircase. “Cally, this is James. He’s my nephew, visiting us from Australia for the summer. James, this is Cally.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled, and tried again. I couldn’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t make me sound dumb, so I just stood there. He gave me a look, a mixture of confusion and hurt, and brushed past me and down the stairs.
“Dinner is ready whenever you’d like to eat.” Jessica smiled at me.
I looked up. “Thanks,” I said. I mentally kicked myself for being such a moron.