Teen Angst

His eyes slid down the front of her dress and laughed at her knock knees. Then catching himself in the cold stare of her eyes, he said, “I’ve seen that dress somewhere before.”

Caught off guard, she laughed. “You knucklehead, you’ve been going to Saint Philomena’s for eight years. Of course you’ve seen my outfit before. And it’s a jumper, not a dress.”

“Told you I saw it before. But you didn’t wear it like that in first grade.”

“And you didn’t look at me like that in first grade, Billy Branmower.”

“Where’d those little bumps there in front come from?”

Later, after picking himself off the floor of the middle school hallway, he figured he wouldn’t try that last line when he got to ninth grade.