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My
hands were in his hair. It felt amazing. The way he tasted, the way
he smelled, it was like my brain was just going to explode from the
pleasure of being this close to him.
    The bell tore into our world like a scream,
making us jump back from each other. I missed the landing and would
have gone headfirst down the stairs if Dylan hadn’t caught me and
set me back. He leaned his forehead against mine and we both took a
breath. Then he backed up.
    I raised my eyes to his face. He was
grinning at me. Then he swiped his thumb against my bottom lip.
    “Nope. Never.”
    And took off down the stairs.
    What?

Chapter 5

    Dylan
     
    “ Nope. Never.”
    Why did I say that? I’m such an idiot. The
perfect opportunity to have it all settled—and where I wouldn’t
hardly even have to say anything and risk saying something
stupid, and what do I do? Try to make a joke of out of it and say
something stupid because being around Joss was just way too
intense.
    I wasn’t paying attention. Some freshmen
slammed into me accidentally and I banged into the doorframe. My
cool factor was taking serious hits today. I was in a hurry to get
out of the building, though, get some air. I should have gone right
to Joss at her locker and apologized for before, but I didn’t want
to do that in front of people and embarrass us both. I was just
gonna park it out here on the planter and wait to walk her home or
to work or whatever. That would be better.
    She was probably pissed off at me for
jerking her around. Part of me wanted to keep my distance, wait and
see. But that was lame, and being chicken-shit about talking to her
was part of the problem. And let’s face it, most of me thought that
if there was any chance of getting to kiss her again—sometime
really soon—I should wait around for it.
    Marco flopped down next to me on the
concrete wall. “Hey, man, got a smoke?”
    “Fuck off.”
    He reached into his jacket, pulled out a
pack, and went through the ritual of tapping and lighting. I
crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t really miss the nicotine or
the taste of it, but I missed having something to do with my
hands.
    “How’s our girl today?”
    “Stay the hell away from Joss.”
    “In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been staying away. She came to me, so seems like—”
    “I know what happened.”
    “Yeah, sure, whatever she told you. You hit
that yet?”
    “Fuck you. Why are you fucking talking to
me? Get lost.” That’s why he was talking to me, because he knew I
couldn’t make him get lost, and he knew I hated it.
    “I’ll take that as a no. What’s up with
that, D? You losin’ your touch or are you just scared of her? Not
that I’d blame you. That is one freaky chick and you’re not exactly
a match for her, are you?”
    “And, what, you are? How many times she turn
you down already? Get a clue, get over it, and move the fuck on,
man. This torch you’re carrying for her is pathetic.”
    He snorted smoke through his nose. “Yeah,
I’m so into her,” he said, heavy on the sarcasm. “And I’m the one
that’s pathetic. I heard you showed up last night. Don’t know why
you’d bother. Get your girl to do your fighting for you again?” He
didn’t wait for me to come up with a comeback. “She’s not exactly
your type, is she? Not really…attractive. But I can kinda see why’d
you’d be into her. I mean, she’s got a nice rack.”
    I got up quick and shoved at him. “Shut your
mouth.”
    He grinned up at me, thrilled to get a
reaction. “And the Talent. A lot of power. It’s kinda hot, isn’t
it?” He stood up, faced off against me while I was remembering that
“kinda hot” was exactly what I’d thought when I first found out
what Joss could do. “You need that, don’t you, Dylan? I mean, if
you’re gonna break from me, you need someone else to look after
you. And that’s bitch’s got a lot power packed into that tight
little body.”
    “You need to quit fucking talking about
her,” I ground