Feeding Frenzy by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2008-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

8

Caught!

We were caught!

I took a step forward. Then I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Yeah, we were caught. But we were caught by a girl. Even in the dark I could see she was super cute in her cutoff shorts and bikini top. With her long blond hair falling almost to her waist. If you’re going to get caught, that’s the way to get caught. Am I right?

Frank didn’t seem to think so. He looked like he was considering jumping. That’s the way he gets around girls, especially girls of the super cute variety.

“Shouldn’t I be calling security? Is there a reason not to?” the girl asked in this Southern accent that somehow multiplied the cuteness factor. Her words were sort of a threat. But the way she was looking at Frank wasn’t. Obviously, she liked what she saw.

I kicked Frank in the shin, then gave him a big smile. I was hoping he would take the hint and smile at the girl. Maybe do a little flirting. I would be happy to do it. But she wasn’t looking at me the way she was looking at Frank.

Frank blinked a few times. Then he seemed to process the situation correctly. It’s a good thing it was dark, because I knew he had to be blushing. “Um, hi. Uh, no. There’s no … you don’t need to call security. We’re harmless.” He smiled at her.

I could almost see her getting melty around the edges. It was kind of sickening.

“Harmless, huh?” S.C., as in Super Cute, asked. She took a step closer, and a band of light from her room angled across her stomach. She had the cutest little bumblebee tat next to her belly button. And with her closer, I could smell something minty and fruity. I didn’t know if it was a mix of shampoo and perfume or what, but I liked it. “What is a harmless guy doing sneaking around a balcony that isn’t his?”

She didn’t even say guys. Hello? Had I gone invisible?

“Good question,” said Frank. At least he’d stopped um-ing and uh-ing. “My brother and I were trying to see if we could make it all the way down the row of balconies without—”

“Breaking your necks?” S.C. interrupted.

“Yeah.” Frank smiled again. “It’s a guy kind of thing.”

“So I couldn’t understand?” asked S.C. The accent was killing me. It sounded like cotton candy tastes. Ms. Whitman, my English teacher, would be proud of that metaphor.

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