A/N: I've been editing this book and have added to it a little, so I figured I'd share some of the additions. :) 

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“You like what you see?” Milk-Guy called out to me, smirking confidently.          

Crap. Shay, think fast!         

“I wouldn’t know, considering you’re standing in front of it!” I yelled back.           

Luck was on my side, because when he turned around, it was a girly-looking boutique he saw.

So my excuse had miraculously worked!           

He chuckled, raising both hands in surrender. “Sorry.”           

I walked by him with Maddie, Jasmine, and Ceci on my tail and coolly said, “It’s okay. Just move.”           

Almost there, almost there, almost there, come on, come on, come on…           

He moved aside and chuckled again.

What is so funny?           

I flattened out all of my curiosity and kept on walking, desperate to get away from him. That had been way too close. He could have recognized me! Then, I would have been in some deep water.           

“Wait a minute,” he called out suddenly.           

Darn it!           

I stopped walking, refusing to look back. “Eh?”           

“Where have I seen you?”           

“In your dreams?” I joked, trying to veer of the subject. I really didn’t want him to recognize me. I had acted insane the day before. How was I supposed to explain my behavior?           

He laughed but didn’t let it go. “No, I’m serious. Hey, look at me.”           

“No!”

I could hear the roll of his eyes in his tone. “Come on, just look at me.”           

I rolled my own hazel eyes. “Yeah, well, I already said no.”           

He obviously didn’t know what the meaning of ‘no’ was, since he reached out and grabbed my arm. Effortlessly, he turned me so I was facing him. I was also extremely close to him, much too close for comfort.           

I shrugged out of his grip and took a few steps back. “Okay, then,” I began, laughing nervously, “well—”           

“Hey, guys, where have I seen her?” Milk-Guy continued, rudely interrupting me. “Doesn’t she seem familiar to you guys, too?”           

“Hello?” I asked, frowning over at them. Was I suddenly invisible or something? “I’m standing right here!”           

The bunch of potato heads had the nerve to ignore me.           

Well then.           

“She does look familiar,” Maddie’s Crush said, nodding in agreement. “I just don’t remember where from… Hmmm… Hey, guys, this is like a mystery! We’re like Blues Clues!”           

Milk-Guy gave him a weird look and shook his head, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.           

“Have you, like, banged her, or something, Forrest?” the other guy, the one that was with Milk-Guy and Maddie’s Crush both times I had seen them and was usually quiet, asked.           

I was mortified by that comment. How dare he suggest that! Like hell I would ever sleep with Milk-Guy. That was just wrong. “Okay, bucko, I’m stopping your train of thought there!” I told him angrily. “I can assure you that that is not it.”           

“Then what is it?” Milk-Guy asked, although I knew I should probably stop calling him that because I had just realized his name was Forrest.           

“Oh, I know!” Maddie’s Crush exclaimed and I froze, my eyes widening. “Her and her friends were the ones who got kicked out of the Café for singing too loud! Yep, I’m a genius!”      

Oh, thank God for that idiot.           

“No, that isn’t it,” Forrest insisted, rolling his eyes. He was clearly thinking the same thing I was. “I don’t think so, at least.”           

Darn it!           

“Oh, for God’s sake, if you’re just gonna stand here, spewing out ideas, I’m leaving!” I said, thankful for the fact that they were all retarded. Seriously. I may not have been Einstein, but at least my IQ could be compared to something better than a Cheez-It.          

“Don’t forget your milk!” Jasmine blurted out in a sing-song voice.           

My eyes widened I stepped on her foot. What was she doing? What was wrong with her?           

“And your Nesquik!” she choked out, out of pure spite, I was sure. Maybe I shouldn’t have stomped on her toe… But she was wearing boots! I was sure she was covered.           

Realizations spread across Forrest’s features. “Ohmygod,” he said, shaking his head and laughing. “You’re that girl who showed up at my house last night and stole all of my milk!”           

I sighed in defeat. I had been discovered. “Alright, fine, that was me.”           

He laughed again, and his friends joined in, convulsing with laughter.           

“That was hilarious!” Maddie’s Crush said with a grin. “Hah!”           

“Actually, it was so hilarious, that I’m granting you a privilege,” Forrest told me, grinning widely at me. “We’ll introduce ourselves to you.”           

I rolled my eyes. “No need, butt-muncher.” I knew I was being rude, but come on. There was a reason my bullshit detector was still blaring wildly, after all.           

He chuckled and shook his head. “Wow.”           

“What?”           

“Nothing.” He shook his head again, this time giving me an innocent look.           

“What?” I demanded. I didn’t like it when people said something and then wouldn’t explain what they meant by it. That was just rude, in my opinion. And it was very irritating.           

“Nothing,” Forrest insisted, shrugging casually.           

“Dang it, tell me!”           

He laughed, and finally succumbed. “It’s just that you’re the first girl to ever react like that around us is all. They’re usually all over us or they’re really nervous.”           

“I have my friends with me,” I pointed out.           

“Well, yeah,” Forrest agreed, nodding his head, “but they’re not saying anything. You’re the one… charming us.”           

I rolled my eyes. “The problem is that you guys are flattering yourselves too much. There are girls out there that aren’t gonna fall all over you. Like me, for instance. I would sooner eat nails or cut off my own foot before I acted like those kind of girls.”  

He raised an eyebrow. “So you’re telling me you feel nothing right now? Nothing at all?”           

I pondered this for a moment. “Hmm. Well, I think you’re kinda hot, but other than that, no.”         

Forrest smirked widely. I shouldn’t have said that. I had just fed his already enormous ego. “Oh, really? You think I’m hot?”           

I shrugged dismissively. “Well, yeah, but from this conversation, I gotta say, your personality isn’t so hot. You might wanna work on that.”           

“If I do, will you feel something for me then?”          

I snickered, rolling my eyes. He was actually kind of funny at times. The idea that I, Shay Barron, would go for a guy like Forrest was preposterous. Actually, the idea that a guy like Forrest would go for a girl like me was also preposterous. He looked like the kind of guy that went out with perfect, skinny blonde girls with big boobs, like Serena Magnus. “Pfft, fat chance. I don’t go for butt-munchers.”           

Jasmine, Ceci and Maddie finally exploded in laughter. They must have been holding it in because they couldn’t stop laughing.           

Forrest and his friends also started laughing.           

“Okay, well, as fun as this has been, I gotta go now.”           

“What, you’re not gonna steal something from me?” Forrest asked me with a chuckle.           

I scanned him for a moment, before reaching out behind him. I fished his wallet out from the back pocket of his low-rise Levi’s. (I may or may not have touched his butt in the process. I may or may not have liked it.) I looked inside and saw that there was a couple of credit cards, gift cards, a band-aid (what the heck?), a condom, (typical) and some loose dollar bills. I grabbed a twenty and a loose dollar bill, in case I wanted to buy some candy or something.           

He just stared at me with a bewildered expression on his face, yet he somehow looked as if this whole thing amused him greatly. Then, remembering my skinned knee from last night, I decided to grab the band-aid, as well. I handed the wallet back to him wordlessly and stuffed the money in the back of my jeans. Kneeling down, I rolled my jeans up slightly, ditching the wrapper from the band-aid and finally sticking the band-aid onto my skinned knee.           

“Wow, she’s on her knees already,” Forrest said to his friends, laughing obnoxiously.           

I scrunched up my nose in disgust. “Um, ew. As if. Besides, my mom told me never to put small things in my mouth, so in your dreams, butt-muncher.”           

I got up and rolled my jeans back down and saw that Forrest’s cheeks had gone a dark shade of pink. His friends cracked up at my comment, obviously liking it a whole lot more than Forrest had.           

I snickered to myself and then asked, “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have any Neosporin, would you?”           

Forrest slowly shook his head.           

“No? Alrighty, then, see ya.”           

And with that, I was on my way.           

God, what was wrong with me? I had managed to scare Forrest both times I had talked to him.           

Now that, my friends, was a true accomplishment.

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He caught up to me and panted loudly, trying to regain his breath. “Damn… you can… run.”

I grinned widely. “You’re so out of shape. My grandpa can run faster than you.”

He frowned. “I am not! I’ve just been taking a break from working out, that’s all.”

“Careful,” I teased, pointing at his stomach. “You might start to get a beer gut.”

“You really think so?” he asked, his eyes shining mischievously.

“You wanna bet?”

“Yeah,” I replied, smirking. “I bet it’s all flabby right now.”

I paused for a second. If he wanted to bet, it was probably for a reason. He wasn’t that stupid. “Um.”

“Scared?”

“I’m not scared!” I snapped immediately.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. If you don’t want to bet, then…Then feel my stomach and see if it’s as flabby as you think.”  

I eyed his stomach warily. My bullshit detector was warning me that I would be in for a surprise. Was his stomach somehow booby trapped?

‘”Come on, Shay, don’t be a wimp. My stomach isn’t going to reach out and bite you.”            

I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. Now that would be a memorable sight.

He was staring at me and it made me so uncomfortable that I finally cracked, exclaiming, “Oh, alright, fine! I’ll feel your flab, okay?”

I slowly reached out and poked his stomach through his shirt. You couldn’t even begin to imagine my surprise when I felt no flab, only hard abs. My eyes widened. “What the hell? Where’s the flab?”

I have to admit, I was slightly disappointed. If his stomach had been flabby, I would have been able to tease him mercilessly.

I had already begun to think of countless jokes and nicknames.

He laughed at the look on my face. “God, Shay. You never stop surprising me.”

I gasped out loud. “I know! You put, like, a rock under your shirt so I would think they were abs! You are flabby!”

He chuckled. “No, I didn’t.”

I narrowed my eyes. I was sure he was lying. How could someone who couldn’t even come close to catching up to me when I ran away have abs?

“You want me to prove it to you?”      

I thought about this for a moment, eyeing his stomach warily once more. My bullshit detector was still beeping. “Urgh… fine.”

He lifted up his shirt for me so I could see his stomach. Trust me, I inspected every inch of his stomach, looking for any indication that his abs were fake. They weren’t. I even poked him again, just to make sure. They were real.

Dang it… I thought, disappointed.

I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. “But how? You seem so out of shape…”

“In a way, I am, but since I hate running, I do 150 sit-ups every morning to make up for it.”

Well, that explains the abs, I told myself.

“Does this mean I can’t call you Blubber-Nugget?” I blurted out suddenly.

He took one look at me, trying to decide if I was being serious. When he realized I was, he burst out laughing. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to say no…”          

“McBlubber?” I tried.

He shook his head.

"Mr. Flab?”

“No.”

“Fatty-Fatty Bom-Bom?”

Forrest shook his head at me. “Where do you come up with these?”

I shrugged before trying, “Big Daddy?”

He thought about this one for a second. “I kind of like that one.” He smirked at me. It took me about five seconds to understand what he meant. “Oh! No! Never mind! Forget that one, gross!”    

He laughed at my reaction.

“How about… Porky?”      

“No.”

“Lardo?"

“No.”

“Fat Albert?” 

 “My name’s not even Albert!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

“Chunky Monkey?”

Forrest sighed, rolling his eyes. I could tell he was annoyed but at the same time, he was thoroughly amused. “My God, Shay, how many of these do you know?”

I shrugged. “How about… Big Bertha?”

"No! Shay, none of these nicknames are going to work!” he said in exasperation.  

“Why not? Come on, they’re funny!” I pouted, sticking out my lower lip. “Please? It’ll make me feel better!”

He rolled his eyes before sighing in defeat. “Fine!”

I grinned in satisfaction. “You have just been officially christened… Fatty-Fatty Bom-Bom.”

Forrest groaned loudly. “Of course. Of course you’d pick the worst one.”

"Of course,” I replied with a grin.       

“Don’t think you’re going to distract me,” he said suddenly. “We still have to talk.”

“Talk about what, Fatty-Fatty Bom-Bom?” I asked innocently.

He rolled his eyes. “You know what I’m talking about.”

I sighed. “Alright, fine. We’ll talk about this for reals.”

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 A/N: This was for all of you Forrest and Shay fans out there. Hope you guys enjoyed! =D