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yards away. “Can we talk next period? I need to ask you something.”
    Luke and I exchanged looks. I glanced Jake’s way and said, “Yeah, later.” Once he left and the halls were empty, Luke snuck me out the back entrance.
    We crept over to his Jeep, keeping a low profile, watchful for security. He cranked the engine. We whizzed by the stop sign and onto the main road, my heart pounding from start to finish. I’m such a goody two-shoes!
    I glanced out the rear windshield. I didn’t see school security—we had to be in the clear.
    At the McDonald’s drive-thru we ordered Big Macs, large fries to share, strawberry milkshakes and two apple pies. Then he parked, cut the engine, and we started eating.
    “Beats school food,” Luke said. “We should come here for lunch.”
    I nodded, arranging my lettuce on the hamburger. “I watch what I eat, though.”
    Luke laughed. “Oh, you’re not on a diet , are you? Diet-obsessed girls are a bit nutty. They eat like, celery for breakfast, a grain of rice for lunch, and drink water for dinner.” He laughed. Then he stopped and looked at me like he expected an answer.
    “ No , I’m not on any nutty diets.”
    He nodded. “Burgers aren’t so bad.”
    “But they’re fatty…”
    He shrugged and swallowed up half his burger. “So are a bunch of other foods. Like ice cream or peanut butter. I’m sure if you make an effort they’re all relatively easy to burn off…” He stopped chewing and looked at me. I giggled and looked away. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “In any case, you’ve got a perfect figure. You don’t need to diet.”
    I ate some fries and had a mouthful of shake. “Thanks. You too!”
    He grinned, staring out the windshield. His cheeks were getting rosy. He drank most of his milkshake before he started talking again.
    I inhaled a few fries. It wasn’t my appetite, it was probably guilt—I was supposed to be in class, turning in my assignment to Mr. Tweezer.
    Mr. Tweezer is a cutie, despite his awful last name. His first name is Tim, so people call him Tim the Tweezer. But he really isn’t shaped like a tweezer—he is dark haired, Sicilian, and built —he coaches the wrestling team.
    I’m not a fan of wrestling, because guys shouldn’t roll around on the floor, ruin their noses and mingle in their own sweat. Plus, did you ever feel a wrestling mat? It’s all sticky and it smells like feet! That is so totally gross! I can’t imagine rolling around half-naked on that thing. How can guys stand it?
    “Sorry about the other night,” Luke said. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your dad.”
    I gave him the rest of the fries and sucked on the straw, nearly choking on a huge chunk of strawberry. “My dad’s a bit overprotective.”
    He sunk back into his seat. “I guess if I had a daughter I would be too.”
    “Do you want kids?” I asked.
    “Why, how many do you wanna give me?” He grinned as I laughed. My cheeks flushed. “Don’t know yet, Beautiful.”
    “Are you going to college?”
    “If I am, I’m not going right out of high school. I’m training for the Olympics, actually.”
    And to think I’ve never cared much for the Olympics, either!
    “And while I train for the Olympics, I’m going to be a ski instructor. I love skiing. I’m always skiing when I’m not in school or… with you.” He grinned. “That’s my life, now—skis and pretty girls.”
    “Your skiing is great. And I think it’s awesome that you skied in the Alps.”
    “You should come next time I go. Unless, that is, you have something you’re doing after high school?”
    I whimpered, not so thrilled to be back on the subject of me. “My parents expect me to go to college, but I don’t know what to do. I’m so undecided, it’s pathetic!” I turned my body to face him. “My friend Lilly, her parents are putting absolutely no pressure on her about it. When she graduates, she could go to the beach every day for the rest of her life and