I wanted to tell myself I was freaking out because world cultures class was in 5 minutes and I'd have to present alone, but I knew the real reason I was stressed was because I still hadn't heard from Frog. I had the video for our presentation and I could manage on my own, but I desperately wanted to know what was going on with him. At first I had figured that kissing him had been a mistake, but the more I thought about him, the more I liked him. I couldn't shake the incredible feeling I had experienced that evening, and the fact that he hadn't responded to any of my texts or calls was driving me crazy. Either he was so sick that he was incapacitated, or he hated me, and I felt bad for hoping that it was the first reason. I never thought I'd find myself desperate for attention from Frog, and yet, there I was, standing in the hallway, constantly checking my phone or praying that he would suddenly show up.
As I was scanning the faces of everyone that passed, I was surprised to spot a guy I'd never seen before at the other end of the hallway. I didn't know everyone in the school, but this guy was the type you'd never forget. He was impossibly good looking, easily the most attractive male I'd ever seen. Perfect dark hair, strong facial features, and muscles like a Greek god. Compared to this guy, Wyatt seemed downright scrawny.
Everyone was staring at him as he passed. I think I even saw a couple girls drooling, but he didn't pay attention to any of them. He was headed straight for me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He stopped in front of me and smiled, and I hate to admit that I felt my knees go a little weak.
"Hey," he said in a low, husky, nearly irresistible voice. For one moment, I was smitten. Standing there, looking into eyes that were eerily familiar, I was willing to be completely swept off my feet. I managed a half smile before I came to my senses. What was I thinking? Sure, this guy was one wink away from being the most tantalizing human on earth, but he was a complete stranger. And who cared that he was good looking? I had fallen for Wyatt for that very reason, and look where that had gotten me. I wasn't about to go down that road again. Who did this guy think he was, waltzing right up to me while I was so unguarded? And he was wearing clothes that were way too tight, probably to show off every rippling muscle. His clear overconfidence and vanity was decidedly off-putting.
When he started stepping closer, I sprang to action. I grabbed him under his arms, stepped behind him and flipped him over my back and on to the ground. He looked shocked and everyone around me gasped, but I didn't care.
"Nicely done," he groaned.
Just then, the bell rang. I glared at the guy on the floor and then turned and walked off to go to class, glad that Frog had taught me how to defend myself against attractive strangers.