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squeezed her hand and stood. "Do you need a ride home?"
She looked up at him, standing in front of her with his hands shoved in the front pockets of his Levi's, and nodded. Jack Parrish had many wonderful qualities. Being faithful to one girl wasn't one of them. He'd shatter her heart like glass. If that happened, they couldn't he friends anymore. And she'd miss him terribly.
By the time Steven walked out of the boy's locker with his wet hair slicked hack, she'd convinced herself that she wasn't falling in love with Jack. He'd made her momentarily confused. Like when they'd been kids and would ride the merry-go-round too long. Jack used to spin it so fast that for a while after she couldn't think or see straight.
But she was over it now. Thinking straight once again. Thank God. "Are y'all going somewhere?" she asked.
"We're driving over to Chandler," Jack answered, referring to a town the size of Lovett and about fifty miles to the west.
"Why?"
"There's a '69 Camaro Z-28 I want to look at."
"A '69?" She'd never understood Jack's fascination with old cars. Or as he called them, "classics." She preferred new cars with upholstery that didn't snag her nylons. With Jack, it was more than just a case of not having money for a new car. Although he certainly didn't. In that respect, she and Jack had a lot more in common than either did with Steven. Steven's father was a lawyer and his family had money. His biggest responsibility was to maintain his grades. By contrast, her mother was a waitress who depended on survivor benefits from the government, and Jack's family had a garage that never seemed to bring in a lot of money. She and Lily were responsible for keeping the house clean and starting supper, white Jack helped out in the family business. "Does the car run?" she asked.
"Not yet."
Exactly.
"Hey, Daisy," Steven said as he approached. "What are you doing at school so late?"
"Making homecoming posters. Are you going to the homecoming dance.”
"Yeah, I'm thinking about asking Marilee Donahue. Do you think she'll go with me?" Steven smiled and there wasn't a doubt that Marilee would say yes.
She shrugged. "Are you going, Jack?" she asked, although she was fairly sure she knew the answer.
"Nope. You know I only put on a suit when my mom forces me to for Sunday School and funerals." He shut the tailgate and walked to the driver's side. "And I hate to dance."
Daisy suspected that it wasn't so much that Jack hated to dance as much as he just didn't know how to dance.
And he'd always been the kind of person that if he didn't do something well, he didn't do it at all. "You could just wear a nice shirt and tie," she told him, but for some reason, the fact that Jack wasn't taking a girl to the school dance warmed her heart more than it should have, given that she was over her earlier confusion.
"Not a chance." The three of them got into the old truck and Jack fired it up.
'Have you been asked yet?" Jack asked her as he drove from the parking lot with her sitting between them like always.
"Yes." They were so weird about who she dated she didn't want to say.
"Who?" Steven asked.
She looked straight ahead at the dashboard and the mad beyond.
Steven hit her with his elbow. "Come on, Daisy Lee. Who asked you?"
"Man Flegel."
"You're going with Bug?"
"He doesn't like to be called that anymore."
Jack looked at Steven over the top of her head.
"What's wrong with Bug... I mean Mali?" She held up a hand before either could answer. "Forget I asked. I don't care what y'all think. I like Man."
"He gets around a lot."
"He's the wrong kind of boy for you," Jack added.
She folded her arms and was silent the rest of the way home. The pair of them were serial daters, and that was putting it nicely. She wasn't about to listen to their opinion, and if there ever was a "wrong kind of boy" for her or any girl, it was Jack. Which made her doubly glad she wasn't really falling in love with him.
She spent the rest of her sophomore
She looked up at him, standing in front of her with his hands shoved in the front pockets of his Levi's, and nodded. Jack Parrish had many wonderful qualities. Being faithful to one girl wasn't one of them. He'd shatter her heart like glass. If that happened, they couldn't he friends anymore. And she'd miss him terribly.
By the time Steven walked out of the boy's locker with his wet hair slicked hack, she'd convinced herself that she wasn't falling in love with Jack. He'd made her momentarily confused. Like when they'd been kids and would ride the merry-go-round too long. Jack used to spin it so fast that for a while after she couldn't think or see straight.
But she was over it now. Thinking straight once again. Thank God. "Are y'all going somewhere?" she asked.
"We're driving over to Chandler," Jack answered, referring to a town the size of Lovett and about fifty miles to the west.
"Why?"
"There's a '69 Camaro Z-28 I want to look at."
"A '69?" She'd never understood Jack's fascination with old cars. Or as he called them, "classics." She preferred new cars with upholstery that didn't snag her nylons. With Jack, it was more than just a case of not having money for a new car. Although he certainly didn't. In that respect, she and Jack had a lot more in common than either did with Steven. Steven's father was a lawyer and his family had money. His biggest responsibility was to maintain his grades. By contrast, her mother was a waitress who depended on survivor benefits from the government, and Jack's family had a garage that never seemed to bring in a lot of money. She and Lily were responsible for keeping the house clean and starting supper, white Jack helped out in the family business. "Does the car run?" she asked.
"Not yet."
Exactly.
"Hey, Daisy," Steven said as he approached. "What are you doing at school so late?"
"Making homecoming posters. Are you going to the homecoming dance.”
"Yeah, I'm thinking about asking Marilee Donahue. Do you think she'll go with me?" Steven smiled and there wasn't a doubt that Marilee would say yes.
She shrugged. "Are you going, Jack?" she asked, although she was fairly sure she knew the answer.
"Nope. You know I only put on a suit when my mom forces me to for Sunday School and funerals." He shut the tailgate and walked to the driver's side. "And I hate to dance."
Daisy suspected that it wasn't so much that Jack hated to dance as much as he just didn't know how to dance.
And he'd always been the kind of person that if he didn't do something well, he didn't do it at all. "You could just wear a nice shirt and tie," she told him, but for some reason, the fact that Jack wasn't taking a girl to the school dance warmed her heart more than it should have, given that she was over her earlier confusion.
"Not a chance." The three of them got into the old truck and Jack fired it up.
'Have you been asked yet?" Jack asked her as he drove from the parking lot with her sitting between them like always.
"Yes." They were so weird about who she dated she didn't want to say.
"Who?" Steven asked.
She looked straight ahead at the dashboard and the mad beyond.
Steven hit her with his elbow. "Come on, Daisy Lee. Who asked you?"
"Man Flegel."
"You're going with Bug?"
"He doesn't like to be called that anymore."
Jack looked at Steven over the top of her head.
"What's wrong with Bug... I mean Mali?" She held up a hand before either could answer. "Forget I asked. I don't care what y'all think. I like Man."
"He gets around a lot."
"He's the wrong kind of boy for you," Jack added.
She folded her arms and was silent the rest of the way home. The pair of them were serial daters, and that was putting it nicely. She wasn't about to listen to their opinion, and if there ever was a "wrong kind of boy" for her or any girl, it was Jack. Which made her doubly glad she wasn't really falling in love with him.
She spent the rest of her sophomore
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