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Tracy was getting pretty tired of this. What more did she have to do to make it any more clear to that thick-headed Ronnie? Yes, she was subtle but that was her style. She was just too shy to be anything other than that. He should've figured it by now, shouldn't he?

She must up the ante whatever that meant. Her dad always said it though she was clueless to what it referred. She just knew she had to get seriously out there. She needed to just tell him point blank "Ronnie, I'm hot for you. Let's get it on." Hell no! She couldn't do that! Okay, something more subtle than that but still something he would notice. A little flirting, maybe. Yeah, that's it. She would flirt with him. But how? She wasn't used to that. She'd have to do some research. She'd watch the cheerleaders. They were the experts.

At lunch time, Tracy sat at a nearby table surreptitiously taking notes. Jackie was pressing her entire voluptuous body against Eric, whispering little things in his ear that made him smile devilishly before he grabbed her and kissed her soundly. That was just fine for Jackie but Tracy didn't have voluptuous curves. She was flat as a pancake.

She instead watched Francine who was slimmer more along the line of Tracy. She was feeding fries to Dan who practically ignored her as he talked to his football buddies. She didn't like being ignored. She dumped a coke over his head and laughed when he stood up spluttering.

"You know what, Dan? I was faking it last night. Size does matter!" she shouted for the whole cafeteria to hear. Dan's mouth fell open and his friends howled with laughter. He stormed out of there.

No, that wasn't going to work. Tracy looked over to Gina who sat very close to Jason. He was writing in her year book. She was playing with his curly hair and smiling sweetly at him. He smiled too. We have a winner! She could do that!

During a break Tracy looked all over for Ronnie and there he was in the senior hallway surrounded by his admirers. Should she even try? Yes! She walked purposely up to him and smiled.

"Hi, Ronnie."

He looked up and his usual brilliant, knock the stars-out-of-the-sky smile she loved so much appeared. "Hey...Tracy."

"Do you have time to sign my yearbook?" Tracy asked hopefully.

"Sure, okay." he replied.

With her heart dancing the conga in her chest, she sat as close as she dared. Their knees touched. Oh, my! She might just faint. Don't, this is too important. She placed the yearbook on his lap and smiled at him. "Write something cute and clever just

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