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pair of arms. “Why did you kiss me back?”
     
    “That…you…I…” I said, stumbling over my words, something that almost never happened. “Maybe you should take me home.”
     
    Jake looked like he was going to argue but decided against it. We both got in the car and he drove me the rest of the way home in complete silence. When he pulled into the diner parking lot and I got out of the car, he finally said something.
     
    “Hey McKinley?”
     
    I paused, my hand on the door handle. “Yeah?”
     
    “You should come back by the set sometime, you know, if you’d like to.”
     
    My body was still reacting to that kiss and I wasn’t quite sure what Jake meant. “Um, sure, Jake. Call me sometime.”
     
    “Perfect,” he said, his face lit up with success. “Good night.”
     
    I got out of the car, and made my way into the diner, my hands fumbling at the key in the lock.
     
    “Well, you were gone all day.”
     
    I spun around and saw Luke sitting at the counter, doing paperwork. “Jesus, Luke, you scared me.” I slid onto the stool next to him and looked over his shoulder. “Ah, doing the order for the next week?”
     
    He nodded. “So…Jake Kennedy, huh?”
     
    My cheeks colored slightly. “Um, yeah, I guess so.”
     
    “What about Gabriel?”
     
    I rolled my eyes. “Okay, it’s not like that with Jake. And I’ve told you, Gabriel is not my boyfriend.”
     
    Luke looked at me, a smirk on his face. “Whatever you say, McKinley.”
     
    I stood up and patted him on the shoulder. “I’m going upstairs to do homework.” I paused and said, “Don’t tell Amanda okay?” You know the way she is about Jake…”
     
    Luke turned to look at me, standing on the stairs. For a moment, I knew that he could see right through me. “Are you going to see him again?” he asked, always ask ing the question I least expected.
     
    “No, no, I’m not,” I said, turning to walk up the stairs and knowing, deep down, that I was probably lying.
     
    *               *               *               *               *               *
     
    I was tapping my fingers on my lap nervously, my eyes darting around the counseling office of my community college. It had taken some persuasion from both Luke and Amanda but I had agreed to come and meet with a counselor at the college to discuss my options. At the moment, I wasn’t even sure I had any options.
     
    “McKinley Evans?” The counselor extended her hand toward me. “I’m Sandra Gomez.”
     
    I shook her hand firmly and scooped up my purse from the ground and followed the counselor into the office. She typed a few things into the computer, and turned the screen towards me so I could see the transcript she had pulled up. I winced at the earlier semesters, semesters where I had dropped or failed nearly every class I had taken. I felt a sense of pride at the later ones, where I maintained a consistent B average.
     
    “So, Miss Evans, what can I do for you?” she asked, tilting back in her chair and surveying me over the rims of her glasses.
     
    “Well, “ I said, my palms planted firmly on my thighs, “I’m here to see what my options are. I’ve been going to this school for years, and its time to actually make something of it.”
     
    Sandra leaned forward and took a look at my transcript. “Well, you have nearly have enough units for a transfer to a university and a couple classes more than that would put you at an AA degree. What is it exactly that you were hoping to do in the future, Miss Evans?”
     
    I hesitated. “I don’t…really know,” I admitted to her, feeling ashamed. I felt like the only twenty-two year old in the world that had no idea what she wanted to do with her life.
     
    Sandra smiled. “That’s not uncommon. I know you’re probably thinking that everyone has an idea about his or her future except you but that’s entirely false. Even folks my age are still