“Hey.”
“Is that your dad?”
“Oh no. That’s East.” I don’t offer any other explanation.
“Cool. You going to the dance next week after the game?”
“I don’t know, are you?”
“Hey, I’ll meet you up front,” East tells me and moves up in the checkout line.
“So…think you’ll save me a dance?” Darin grins at me and his dimples pop out.
“Maybe…I thought you were taking Randa.”
“Nah. She’s not as pretty as you,” he says and my heart leaps in my chest.
“Wylla Mae,” East calls out.
“I gotta go.”
“See ya.”
“Yeah. See ya.” I can’t wipe the smirk off my face as I practically float to the front of the store.
“Who was that boy,” East questions me as we walk to the truck.
“Oh him. That was Darin.”
“Titty twisting pervert?” he growls the words at me. My face goes ten shades of red.
“I can’t believe you remember that.” I laugh.
“I should go back in there and have a talk with him about how to treat a lady.”
“Oh my god. Don’t you dare.” I smack at him and he ruffles my hair with his free hand.
“You like that chump?”
“He’s not a chump. He’s nice.”
“Hmm,” he grumbles under his breath while putting the bags in the extended cab of the truck.
“He asked me to save him a dance.” I beam and East shakes his head.
“And so it begins,” he whispers to himself, but I hear him.
“So what begins?”
“Hormones.”
“Ew no. Don’t talk about that stuff. Mom already had the sex talk with me.”
“Christ. I don’t even want to hear you say that word, Lil’ Lady.”
“I’m not little, East.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up, okay?”