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breathless.
    Was I dreaming? He was touching my arm! And what a firm hunkster grip he had! But why was he grabbing me?
    Gavin bent down and picked up the note, like the gentleman I’d always dreamed he was.
    I froze like a deer in headlights when he noticed its unmistakable contents spelled out in bold purple glitter:
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    T.S.
    x
    G.B.
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    Gavin looked at me with skeptical eyes.
    â€œG…arth…Br…ooks. I love Garth Brooks!” I blurted out, grabbing the note.
    â€œYou don’t look like the country music type.”
    â€œWhat type do I look like?” I asked.
    He gazed at me, really stared at me—studied my bob-length orange hair pulled back in two orange flower barrettes, my dark eyes—and then glanced down to the nape of my neck. My skin flushed like I was in a steam room. I shifted in place, fingering my hair. And then he averted his eyes as if trying to find the right words.
    The bell rang.
    â€œYou look like the Varicose Veins type,” he said over the sounds of closing lockers and classroom doors. “I’ve got two tickets to their concert next week. Want to go?”
    Did I want to go? Did I want a million dollars? Did I want my own HBO special?
    â€œSounds cool,” I replied, trying to act nonchalant.
    He smiled—number nine—and his blue eyes sparkled like the glitter on my note. “What’s your number?”
    â€œOf smiles?” I asked.
    â€œSmiles?”
    â€œOh, of course!” I laughed, scribbling my telephone number on his spiral notebook, trying desperately to cover my faux pas.
    â€œYou are a funny girl,” he said as he left.
    Walking through the empty corridors, I floated to class on a Gavin Baldwin–shaped cloud.
    But when I got there, instead of receiving congratulations for winning a date with Gavin Baldwin, I was met by the confused stare on my ignorant teacher’s face.
    â€œCan I help you?” he asked when I entered the room. “Are you lost?”
    â€œLost? I’m in your class!”
    The students laughed.
    â€œOh,” he said, squinting at me. “Then you’re late.”
    Mr. Owens warned me if I was tardy again I wouldreceive a detention. I would stay after school every day just to have Gavin touch my arm again. And that afternoon I imagined all about the things he could do to get me suspended.
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    â€œThis is like an episode of Fantasy Island !” Jazzy screamed to me in my celebrity-pasted bedroom later that night.
    â€œI have nothing to wear! Absolutely nothing!” I screamed back, frantically throwing skirts, blouses, sweaters, and jackets on my bed. “He’ll show up at my door and think he’s at the Salvation Army!”
    â€œChill, Trix—we’ll find you a dress,” Jazzy said, weeding through the tossed clothes.
    â€œBut all I have is rags, and I just spent my allowance on Woody Allen DVDs. Do banks give out loans for dream dates?”
    â€œI still can’t believe you’re going out with him!”
    â€œI know, but I can’t go if I have to wear this.”
    â€œRelax,” Jazzy said, ignoring my angst. She held the framed photo of Gavin I had copied from last year’s yearbook. “Gavin won’t care. And just think of this: You’ll be the hit of school. Stinkface is officially losing her title!”
    â€œI’m not sure about that. I just can’t believe she’s not going.”
    â€œMaybe because he dumped her…like in Lake Michigan!”
    â€œI have to tell you…Eddie said he heard Stinkface and Gavin arguing after first bell,” I gossiped.
    â€œAbout what?” she asked eagerly.
    â€œEddie said Gavin told Stinkface, ‘I can’t take your shouting and your magazine mentality.’”
    â€œBravo! Brilliant, Gavin!” she declared, applauding, but then changed her tone. “And when were you going to tell me this?”
    â€œI was bursting. Truly. But