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Maybe what? You have a
little bit of stalker in you?” I managed to put a tiny bit of a
teasing edge back into my voice, but on the inside I felt like it
was pointless. There was no way that I was going to get involved
with a guy in Pensacola when my whole life was a couple hundred
miles away.
    “ VW Bug. Cool. Whoa, I am
impressed,” he added as I opened my door and toss my books to the
passenger’s side.
    “ It’s five years old,” I
retorted, sitting down in the driver’s seat. “Nothing impressive
about that, not like that gorgeous Z you have sitting over
there.”
    He reached over me and wiggled the
shifter. “No, I don’t mean your car. I mean that it’s a
stick.”
    “ Oh,” was all I could manage
as he had put himself practically in my face to reach inside. He
must have sensed that I was a little uncomfortable over the lack of
personal space because he backed off to an almost respectable
distance as he simply leaned toward me from the door
frame.
    “ Most chicks can’t drive
stick,” he finished.
    “ My first car was an…” Oops.
I’d said a little too much. How many cars could a seventeen year
old girl have been through? “I mean this is my first car—and, yep,”
I said waving my hand over the shifter like some ditsy game show
hostess, “It’s a stick.”
    “ Mines a stick,” he smiled.
“You could actually drive it sometime, if you’d like. If you think
you can handle it.”
    I was trying to keep the smirk from
rising to my lips. I wanted to tell him that I’d been trained in an
evasive driving school that specialized in survival, stunt and
anti-terrorist driving tactics. I wanted to see him plastered to
his passenger’s seat when I dropped the gears and spun his car a
hundred and eighty degrees and then smoked his tires off as I
reached speeds that were hardly legal for the Autobahn. I sighed as
I thought about my gun-metal Porsche 911 sitting in storage on the
other coast. “No, I don’t think I could handle it,” I finally
said.
    “ Hi, guys!” came a welcomed
voice from behind Evan, and I knew I’d soon be released from this
uncomfortable moment. Jewels had found us.
    “ Hey, Jewels,” I laughed,
glad for once to have her bouncy presence. “Evan was asking me
where he could grab a bite.”
    “ Nah, that’s okay, I...” he
started to say, clearly uncomfortable that he was getting ready to
be put back into her grasp.
    “ Nonsense,” Jewels said with
a dismissive wave of her perfectly manicured hand. “I’m meeting
Kevin, Carlie, Nate and Natasha at Sonic in like 10 minutes. You
can follow me or…” Her eyes suddenly lit up as she considered what
she had watched Mr. Hunk crawl out of this morning, “I could ride
with you and then you could drop me back off here at
school.”
    “ I don’t know,” he began.
“Do you think you could talk Leese into joining us?”
    I gave him a blistering
stare.
    “ Ah,” she sighed. “I only
wish. Leese is the gotta-do-my-homework-babysitter-extraordinaire.
I have a hard enough time just getting her to go out with us on the
weekends.”
    Ah, crap! I watched the grin spread
across his face.
    “ So, you do have a life. I
just have to wait for the weekend, huh?”
    I had a feeling that this
was payback for returning him to Jewels clutches. If I could have
only slipped my fingers around her dainty throat, I would have
choked her. All I could think was that she should have waited to
ask me if I had any interest in this guy before mentioning
weekends.
    “ Yeah,” she continued,
oblivious to the look of discomfort on my face. “There is a group
of us going to the movies Friday night. Wanna come?”
    “ And you’re going?” He
asked, looking down at me.
    I wanted to say, ‘I was ’ instead of ‘I am’
but then actually avoiding him would have been way too apparent.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Unless the earth falls apart first.”
    His hand slapped the roof of my car,
“Great, I’m in for Friday night!”
    Jewels let out a