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Jake.
“Hello?”
    “ Hey, Iz. I’m not
interrupting class, am I?”
    I smiled, relieved and excited to hear his
voice. “No. I’m at lunch. Where are you?”
    “ In a hotel room about
fifteen minutes from your school. I drove by earlier and it’s huge.
How do you not get lost?”
    I gasped, catching the attention of the
people at a nearby table. “Really? You’re that close?”
    “ Yep. Happy
birthday.”
    “ Thanks,” I blushed. My
hands began to tremble as I mentally counted down the hours until I
could escape the campus and see him again. “I have a few more
classes before I can meet you.”
    “ Do you have to wear plaid
skirts at that fancy school of yours?” he asked in a teasing tone.
The heat in my cheeks was nearly scorching.
    “ No,” I said.
    “ Too bad. I was imagining
you frolicking around campus in one of those Catholic school girl
outfits.”
    I was going to hit him. Hard. In the
stomach. “I do not frolic, and I think those uniforms went out of
style ages ago.”
    Cammy and Annie giggled beside me. I threw
them each their own menacing glare.
    “ Call me when you get out
of class, Iz. I’ll see you soon.”
    He hung up, and my entire body turned to
rubber. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the next
few hours.

Chapter Six
     
    “ Isabella, what do you
think you’re doing?” Annie demanded, glaring at me while I sat on
my bed to tie my shoes. I glanced up at her, totally thrown by her
question.
    “ I’m getting ready to go
meet Jake,” I uttered. She should have known that—it’s all I talked
about all day.
    She raised a perfectly plucked brow. “Like
that?”
    Standing, I ran a hand down the legs of my
jeans. They were my favorite; comfortable but not holey or anything
like that. I also had on a green t-shirt. I have a thing for
colored t-shirts, and the green one matched my eyes. My hair was
gathered into a neat ponytail. I didn’t see a problem.
    “ What? Do I have a stain on
my shirt? Something on the back of my jeans?” I looked over my
shoulder, twisting in complicated ways to see if that was the
case.
    “ Bella,” she sighed gently.
“You’re going to town to meet a boy. A very cute boy. Dress
up!”
    I laughed and took a step away from her.
“I’m going to town to meet Jake. He’s taking me for a fast food
dinner. He doesn’t care what I look like.”
    Annie started to protest but Cammy came to
my rescue. “Let her go.” I smiled gratefully until Cammy’s eyes
turned scheming. “We’ll get a hold of her before the dance tomorrow
night.”
    I gave her a wary look. “What do you mean
you’ll get a hold of me tomorrow?”
    “ Nothing,” Cammy grinned.
She pushed me to the door. “Go. Have fun. Give Jake our
love.”
    I was about to demand answers until she
mentioned Jake and set off an entire flock of butterflies in my
stomach. I darted out the door before I turned chicken and hid
beneath my bed.
    ***
    My hands trembled as I parked my car in
front of the hotel. It took me three tries to dig my cell phone out
of my pocket and four to hit the correct button.
    “ Hey, Iz. Where are
you?”
    “ Parking lot,” I managed to
squeak.
    “ Be right
there.”
    I got out of the car and smoothed my shirt.
I leaned against the door, trying to look cool and casual. That
worked only when I shoved my shaky hands into my pockets.
    A couple minutes later, he appeared, robbing
me of breath. He was dressed in jeans, a hoodie and a baseball cap,
grinning. He pulled me into an embrace before I could move. All
nervousness flew away as I jerked my hands out of my pockets to
throw around his neck. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him
until I inhaled his scent and memories of our night together
flooded my mind.
    Finally, he edged back and produced a
slightly smashed rose from the front pocket of his sweatshirt. He
held it out to me earnestly as my eyes grew. I couldn’t think of a
thing to say. No one had ever given me flowers before, except maybe
my