After School_(0)

Ok, this story takes place about six years ago, when I was thirteen. Not really, just setting the story. I lived in the burbs and I had a great life. There was a girl I had always liked, Naomi. I guess I always liked her name because it was I moan backwards. Yeah, wierd.

It started out during school, around noon. Naomi and I were sitting next to each other, working on a science project. Something about magnesium and how it blows up when it touches moisture. Naomi was pretty hot and popular. She was about 5ft 1′, blond, electric blue eyes, and a drop-dead smile.The bell rang, and we walked out of class and to the cafeteria. I sat down at a table and started talking to my friends. About three minutes later she sat down next to me.
“Hi”, she said.
“Hey”.
“Um, listen, do you want to come over to my house after school and work on our project”? she asked curiously, obviously waiting for a certain answer.
“Sure, why not. How about three”? I replied.
“Ok, great. My parents are out of town on buisness. They work for the museum downtown”, she said.
“Cool”.
We talked for the rest of our lunch time, and went back to class. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My parents are out of town. Those words kept ringing in my head. Maybe I could get away with something, I thought. “Yeah, right, and my dog just threw the winning pass at the Green Bay Packers game.”, I muttered to myself.

Later at dismissal I walked by Naoimi. “See you later”, she called as I walked down the hall.