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Wait till this guy gets a piece of my mind. He should watch himself, knocking people over, uhm rude fool. A tattooed arm snakes out quickly to pull me to my feet. I try to move past the sun in my eyes to get a good look at the man I’d be scolding. “I’m so sorry, let me help you” He helped me to my feet, and I had to try to fight the blush from rising to my cheeks, oh my my my. Who was this s*x appeal on a stick. Quick, Chelsea, think of something to say.
“I guess the star player is yours?” Chelsea, you couldn’t have thought of something else, girl what a lame attempt at flirting. I must have got that one straight off a high school textbook. Should I ask him to compare hand sizes next and giggle that he is bigger than mine, steal his hat or something maybe.
