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Yes, it was most definitely the same three from yesterday. They were being led by the same guy. He looked like a wise ass, but there was something attractive about him. Maybe his confidence. The other ones weren't half bad either.

One of them looked about 16, but she couldn't be sure. His eyes were pretty. Kind of green, but they were gray too. He had some awesome hair. It looked really soft. He glanced up at her, doing a double take. He must've recognized her from yesterday.

The other one was the best looking out of the three in her opinion. His hair was black and had way to much hair oil in it. But she'd let that slip, seeing the rest of him. His eyes were black too, she could hardly tell the pupil from the iris. His lips were full, but not in a feminine way. In a kissable way. He was pretty skinny. Sitting in the same slouch as the rest of them. He had a scar running from his temple to his cheekbone. Not a bad way to bring out those eyes, she thought.

She was brought out of her daydream of wishing to be the straw he was sipping from by the blonde guy. He was looking impatient, but she couldn't help noticing the look he was giving her. It was the look that she knew cheerleaders in Derby got. No one ever bothered to give her that look before. But once her friend (who moved to Vagas before she left Derby) told her that if she moved she'd probably get a boyfriend in a week. It must've been true, since this guy was clearly checking her out. Also there was that guy last night who without a doubt took her virginity.

"Can I help you?" she finally asked the blonde guy.

"Only if I can get your name and number," he said grinning. She knew her face was heating up and in a moment it would be a light shade of pink on her tan-ish cheeks.

"Then I don't think you have the right store, or the right girl," she said, kind of politely, but with a very 'fuck off'-ish expression.

"Now, why do you say that?" he asked.

"Well, for one thing, you're probably too old for me. And another thing, I find the one with the black hair much more appealing," she said smiling at the boy. He looked up, his already big eyes growing bigger at the fact that someone thought the was attractive. The blonde one laughed loudly at this.

"Good one, doll. That's the first really funny sarcastic remark I've heard in a while. Except for maybe one that Two-Bit said. Anyway, I'm 17, how old might you be?" he asked. She sighed.

"I'm 15, and I said I'm not interested. Not in you anyway," she said turning around and trying to ignore him. She was aware that the two others, who were being very quiet.

"Sure, doll. While you're standing there being stubborn, grab me some cigarettes will ya?" he said. She reached up, took a box from the shelf, an handed them to him. He handed her some money in return and left. The boy with the nice hair followed, but the black haired boy stayed. She turned around to look at him, he was looking at her also.

"Yes?" she asked, trying not to sound nervous or dismissive. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then turned to leave. "Hey! Where ya going?"

He turned back, not quite out the door. He walked back to the counter. This yime she knew he was going to say something.

"Um, d-did you really mean that? Or were you just kidding?" he asked nervously looking at her through his shaggy bangs. She smiled brightly.

"No, no I wasn't kidding. Why?"

She could almost physically see his mind freeze up. But she didn't hold it against him. Actually, she thought it was kind of cute how nervous and shy he was.

"You know, you could stop by here any time. I'm here from 8 to 2."

For the first time she saw his smile, she guessed that's when she fell hard and fast fro this boy.

"Okay."