Lovesessed by Pamela Diane King Page B

hair. The back and sides of his hair
are shorter, and the slightly longer front is always flicked up
with just a hint of gel or mouse. He’s not too tall, but not too
short, about 5 feet 8, and still growing. He has a beautiful face,
and is often called a ‘pretty boy’ in magazines.”
    Liz grinned. “He does look rather
feminine. He must spend hours on his hair,” she said, examining the
pictures of Chase.
    “ But it pays off. You
can’t deny that.” I pointed out.
    “ Well, if you like guys
who look like girls,” she said, winking at me.
    “ I resent that. Chase is a
metrosexual.” I said shoving the magazine cover in her face, as
though I was his defense attorney.
    Liz raised her right
eyebrow. “I’m scared to ask, but what is that ?”
    “ A metrosexual is a guy
who puts a lot of effort into his appearance. They shower at least
twice a day, only wear the best clothes, and make sure that their
hair always looks great. Like Zac Efron. Have you seen his hair? A
normal guy can’t do that with his hair.”
    “ I bet Zac Efron spends
more time on his hair than a girl,” she said chuckling.
    “ Laugh all you want, but
I’d rather a guy put in too much effort with his hygiene and
appearance, than no effort at all. Take the majority of the guys
here.” We glanced around at the tables in the cafeteria, mostly
grouped by male and female. “It looks like they just fell out of
bed in the morning, and came to school wearing the T-shirts they’d
slept in, and covered their greasy hair with caps.” I gestured with
my fork to a group of guys who were having a burping contest to
demonstrate my point.
    “ I think you’re right.”
Liz said grimacing, and wrinkled her nose like she could smell
them.
    “ Chase is like no other
guy. He’s so sensitive. You can hear it in his voice when he sings.
He’s really in touch with his feelings.”
    “ Carson’s songs sound like
the poetry of any other hormonal teenage boy to me. How old is
Chase?”
    “ Chase is the middle
brother. He’s 15, a year older than us. I like that he’s a year
older because guys our age are so immature. Apparently, girls are
two years more mature than guys their age.”
    “ Is that physically or
emotionally?”
    “ I don’t know, I think
both. Look at Ben, he’s our age and he’s immature. Well emotionally
at least. Physically he’s about as tall as Chase.”
    “ Ben is not immature. He
likes to make people laugh. Besides, he is our best friend so you
shouldn’t call him immature.”
    “ He always acts silly. I
prefer people to laugh with me, rather than at me.”
    “ He wants to be an actor,”
Liz pointed out. “Where is he anyway?”
    “ He’s painting sets for
the Theatre Club. But you have to agree that he is the class
clown.”
    “ I guess you could say
that,” Liz admitted hesitantly.
    Ben was like the brother I never had.
He had always been the most important guy in my life, until Chase
came along. “I know that Ben is a sweet guy. He’s always so
helpful, offering to carry my books to class, and holding doors
open for me. I like that he’s a gentleman. But Chase is the best
guy ever, much better than any guy at our school, or any
school.”
    “ There goes the bell for
the end of lunch.” Liz quickly gathered her things. She was never
late for anything.
    Chase’s blue eyes watched me as I
picked up my books. “Somehow you will be mine,” I whispered to his
picture, and hurried to catch up with Liz.
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    “ I hate P.E. with a
passion,” I moaned.
    “ Join the club,” Liz
mumbled.
    “ I think we’re physically
challenged.”
    “ Hey, I resent that,” Liz
protested nudging me.
    “ But whatever ball sport
we play, we always end up dropping the ball, if we even catch
it.”
    “ I can’t deny that,” Liz
admitted, sitting down on the stand beside me.
    Our coach, Miss Jackson, was making us
play basketball. We always had too many players, because the guys
and girls played together. Liz and I were among