do it so well, flirt
 
 with total aplomb,
 
 and not only that, but
 
 look good doing it.
 
 Before Bree I never
 
 knew such sheer, depraved
 
 forwardness could
 
 be so much fun.
 
 So I went with it,
 
 jumped right into the role
 
 of shameless flirt.
 
 Girls responded
 
 with pointed whispers,
 
 haughty laughter and, as
 
 I myself have often done,
 
 with evil eyes.
 
 Bree, of course, couldn’t
 
 care less. In fact she thrived
 
 on any and all attention.
 
 Guys responded
 
 to that with solid
 
 once-overs, come-on smiles, and
 
 in Brendan the lifeguard’s case,
 
 with phone numbers.
 
 As If That Weren’t Enough
 
 I sprinted off in search of my friends
 
 and (literally) bumped into Chase
 
 Wagner, Reno High’s stoned bad boy.
 
 Kristina would have offered a quick
 
 apology and scurried away.