I cut cheerleading practice early and head to the parking lot to face the brunette.

I spotted her black Porsche across the lot next to my brother’s car.

Taking a deep breath I made my way over, partially disappointed that she wasn’t there.

I began pacing in front of her car, wringing my hands trying to think about what to say when she actually showed up. God, I feel like a stalker.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I heard her raspy voice from behind me and my heart jumped.

"I…uh…" I tuned to see the brunette smirking at me, waiting for my response.

Now or never Carlin.

"What you said earlier…you’re right. And I’m sorry."

"I know I’m right."…I couldn’t help but think; cocky much?…"And why are you sorry?"

"I’msorrythatwefightsomuch." I breathed. She was still smirking at me as she walked over to lean on the hood of her car.

"Why do we even do it then?. I mean for all we know, we could probably get along if we tried. Like right now for instance. No fighting is going on, we’re conversing like civilized people."

"Yeah. It’s nice." I smiled at her, really looking at the girl for the first time. She was beautiful. When she smiled, her nose crinkled just so, it took my breath away. Her shirt was riding up and I was given a view at her tonned, tan abs. actually, her whole body was tan and she was in great shape.

"Hey, Princess!" she waved her hand to get my attention, was I staring?. Her fingers touched my chin and pushed my mouth closed. Oh shit. Embarrassing. She spoke again, "As much as I’d love to stand here and chat while you oggle me, I have shit to do. So, is this a truce?" her hand shot out and I took it. "I guess it is then. No more pointless fighting?. It’s kinda getting old." she added, taking her hand back after our little ‘truce shake.’

Her touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Later, Princess!" she yelled out of her car window as she drove away.

I’m really hoping she meant everything she said.