Natalie
Noah drives up to the curb with his old, roofless red Ferrari. It's probably super expensive, very stylish, like the man sitting behind the wheel.
I have to fight the immediate response to drool. Noah looks good with his shades and a white t-shirt in the summer heat. It's fighting for its dear life to hold back his pumped, sexy biceps.
"Good day," Noah muses. "Or should I say morning, Mrs. late riser?"
I open the car door. "Good day to you too."
Noah smiles at me but snaps his head to the sidewalk when a girl from our school, Lindsay, calls his name.
"Noah!"
Lindsay walks down from a building with a Louis Vuitton purse dangling from her trimmed arms. Her smile speaks of a woman who knows she has the world admiring her beauty.
I'm not exaggerating. Lindsay looks like she co
