First Glance

Chapter 2

"Meghan!" I turned automatically at the sound of my name, and Jenna turned also to see who I could possible know in California.

I almost screamed when I saw Shane Gray standing on the other side of the lobby, his hand in the air and waving to me. It took me what seemed like an eternity to make the connection between the haphazardly hot boy in my doorway last night and the polished pop star standing across the room from me now.

Shane! I almost said aloud when the connection clicked in my brain. He made a gesture for me to wait and, excusing himself from whatever conversation he was in the middle of, headed over to where my sister and I stood.

"Is that…Shane Gray?!" Jenna hyperventilated.

"Yes!" I whisper-yelled. "I met him last night in the hallway, but I didn't recognize him…" Jenna shot me an appalled glance.

Shane was definitely recognizable now; he wasn't wearing glasses, his formerly messy hair was perfectly straightened, and he had exchanged his mesh shorts and t-shirt for white skinny jeans and a colorful vintage shirt.

"Meggie! How the heck did you not recognize Shane Gray?!"

"I'll explain later, he's coming over here!"

We conversed in loud whispers, and I nudged Jenna inconspicuously when Shane approached hearing range.

"Hey!" Shane said enthusiastically, looking at me, and then at Jenna. I blushed scarlet, and Shane took my lack of response to mean that I didn't remember him. As if.

"We met last night…" he explained, his eyes squinting and his smile slowly fading.

"Yeah, I remember," I smiled, my cheeks burning.

"This must be the college sister," Shane said, smiling at Jenna. "I'm Shane." He extended his hand to shake hers.

"Jennifer," Jen managed to mumble, still staring at Shane with her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. I reached over and, chuckling slightly, nudged her jaw back to its rightful position.

"So," Shane started, shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulders high. "I was wondering if maybe you would want to hang out at the pool later."

"Sure!" I responded a little bit to quickly.

Shane chuckled at my eagerness. "It's a plan," he smiled, handing me his cell phone from his pocket. "I'll text you?"

"Sounds good," I said, programming my cell phone number into his phone.

"Bye ladies," Shane said, taking back his phone and slipping it into his back pocket. "See ya later!"

I turned to look at Jenna as Shane walked away; she was breathing very heavily and deliberately, motioning with her hands upward as she inhaled and downward as she exhaled. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her by the elbow to lead her to the elevator.

The second the doors to the elevator closed, Jenna let out a scream. "Meggie, what the heck was that?!"

"I dunno! Last night, when I was getting ready to go to the party, the doorbell rang. I thought it would be you, so I answered it without checking, and he was standing there. Only I didn't know it was him, because he was all decked-down. He said that he had the wrong room, but then he stayed and chatted for a minute. I didn't realize it was him until he called my name a second ago!" I blurted in what seemed like one breath.

Jenna tried to pry more details out of my as we walked to our room, but I had told her all that I knew. As soon as we threw our bags down on the hotel room floor, my cell phone buzzed in my back pocket. I jumped at the initial vibrating sensation before pulling my phone out and flipping it open.

hello?

I didn't know who the text was from, so I responded…

hi…?

Within seconds, I had a reply.

is this megan

Um, what?

meghan…ya

The response came instantly, as if my secret companion was eagerly waiting for each of my replies.

o sorry (:

its shane

Ohmygoodness! I called Jenna from the kitchen. She ran into the room where I was lounging on the white bed, an opened can of soda in her hand. The soda sloshed out of the can as she jogged into the room, giving her white shirt brown splotches.

"It's Shane!" I said, holding up my phone.

"Oh my gosh! What did he say?!"

"Nothing, yet. Hold on, let me reply."

long time, no see

I hoped that he wasn't one of those people who couldn't distinguish sarcasm; if so, I would have to end our friendship before it even started.

ya well i had 2 make

sure this # was legit

I made a confused face at his text, and Jenna immediately asked me what he had said. I told her, and then typed…

would i ever give out a fake number…

to a stranger…

whom i'd never med b4…

who wants 2 meet me

and could easily b trying 2 abduct me?

hmmmm…

I giggled at my own sense of humor, realizing that it was likely nobody else would think it was funny.

Shane's response actually took longer than two seconds, so I had time to fill Jenna in on the conversation. When I'd finished, she looked disappointed and sauntered back into the kitchen. "Call me when something significant happens, like he asks you out!" She called.

"Jenna, he's 19. I'm 15."

"He doesn't know that!"

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