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    5:10 P.M., Saturday, Town of Dawson, local burger joint
    Amber Holloway tried to keep her composure as Ethan Spencer winked at her from his side of the counter. She had just started her shift and the restaurant was still relatively empty.
    "Hi, Ethan," she said, trying to keep her voice cool. "What can I get for you?"
    Ethan was one of the few hot guys at school who was not a snob. With thick blonde hair, blue eyes, and a healthy tan from playing tennis most of the year, he was the kind of guy most girls dreamed of dating. Amber and Ethan had shared a few classes together the previous year. Even now, he still greeted her in the halls. He didn't even care if his leggy, cheerleader girlfriend Felicity was by his side.
    Felicity was the kind of girl that Amber loved to hate. Nature had been obsessively kind to Felicity. The girl had glowing skin, pink cheeks, perfectly coiffed blonde curls, a thin waist, and ample bosom. Oh, and the long legs that all the boys whispered about while she was cheering on the football field. If the natural assets were not enough, Felicity was also born into a wealthy family. She was always dressed in the most fashionable clothes, shoes, and jewelry on campus. She drove a red Mercedes convertible. Again, the perfect girl to hate. 
    Even though the two girls shared two classes, Felicity completely ignored Amber. But with Ethan by her side, Felicity was outwardly pleasant and polite to Amber. Amber got perverse enjoyment out of Felicity feeling compelled to behave herself around Ethan. She could only imagine how much Felicity hated lowering herself to Amber's unpopular status.
    Ethan was an oddity in that he seemed at home with all the students at school. Amber knew he didn't look down on any one group. That simply didn't happen at Dawson High School.
    "Actually, I was hoping to fill out an application," Ethan said, grinning. "Maybe you could put in a good word for me?"
    Amber actually gaped at Ethan until she realized her mouth was open.
    "Oh, sure!" she said, her voice probably a little too eager. "Mitch is always looking for good employees."
    She lowered her voice. "But I'm a little surprised that you want to work here. I thought you would try to get a job at your dad's store."
    Ethan crinkled up his nose. The act made him look even cuter.
    "Ugh! I'd have to be helping people try on shoes all day. That is so not appealing. This seems like it might be a little more fun. At least I'd get to talk to other kids."
    Amber smiled. "Good point. Wait here and I'll find an application for you."
    When Mitch hired Ethan on the spot only twenty minutes later, Amber felt a lot more positive about her job. If a popular kid like Ethan would want to work at a place like this, it certainly made her feel a lot better about herself. But who was she kidding? She was just happy to be  working with one of the hottest guys in her high school. Maybe things were looking up for her this year.
     
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    5:10 P.M., Saturday, Thornton City, suburbs
    Eighteen-year-old Hunter Webb watched as Bethany Watson scrutinized his bedroom.
    "You must have a maid," Bethany said, running a finger along his bookcase.
    Hunter didn't say anything. His mom did hire a cleaning service to come in weekly. But Hunter had always been responsible for keeping his own room impeccably clean. He had a feeling that Bethany wouldn't care about that, though.
    "Kind of warm in here, isn't it?" Bethany asked.
    She smiled and lifted her sweater over her head.
    Hunter laughed in surprise.
    "That's an admirable way of cooling off," he said, walking over to her.
    Damn! She was so sexy. A lacy, pink bra held her round, firm breasts. He could see her pink nipples hardening beneath the flimsy material.
    Bethany licked her luscious, full lips. She batted her eyes and slowly unzipped her jeans.
    By this time, Hunter was already aroused.  If Bethany had wanted to turn him on, she had already succeeded.
    Bethany slid out of her jeans and kicked