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pulled free from her. "Get your things," he said coldly. "I'll wait for you in the car."
She stared at him for a long, incredulous moment. She couldn't believe it. He was turning her down! She felt like screaming. How dare he reject her?
Her eyes narrowed to razor-thin slits. "You wanted to kiss me. I know you did."
Mr. Collins shook his head. His eyes looked almost black in the shadowy light. "You're playing a very foolish game, Suzanne. Believe me, I'm doing you a favor. Otherwise, you'd be very sorry later on."
But Suzanne scarcely heard what he was saying. Rage was boiling inside her, bubbling to the surface. He had some nerve to treat her this way! She felt like hitting him, scratching his eyes out. Oh, he'd pay for this. She'd make him pay.
Grabbing her purse, she pushed her way past him out the door. She'd be damned if she'd let him drive her home now! Suzanne was halfway down the front path when she whirled to face him one last time.
"You're the one who's going to be sorry, Roger Collins!" she hissed.
Suzanne calmed down as she walked back to the Wakefields'. The thought of getting her revenge on Mr. Collins was making her feel better, more in control. Already a plan was taking shape in her mind. She dried her tears. It might even be fun.
Smiling a little, she pulled at her blouse until it ripped. Let everyone think Mr. Collins had attacked her. It would be priceless, absolutely
priceless. He'd probably even be kicked out of school.
As she neared the house, Suzanne let her smile drop. It took her a minute to muster up the tears again, but she managed. After all, she was an expert at it, wasn't she? Letting herself in the front door, she crept slowly up the darkened stairs toward Elizabeth's room.
Ten
"It's so romantic." Jessica sighed, sinking deep into the leather seat of the horse-drawn carriage as the twilit green of Central Park skimmed, past. "I wish I had a picture of us. No one at my school is going to believe this."
"It's a bit touristy for my taste," Pete commented.
His arm was draped over the back of the seat. The tweedy fabric of his sleeve grazed Jessica's bare shoulder, sending ripples of icy gooseflesh down her back.
Jessica laughed. "Well, I am a tourist after all, so I guess that qualifies me. And you're my tour guide." She shot him a coy, sidelong glance.
"Pete, it's been such a wonderful day! How can I ever thank you?"
"Don't thank me, thank the Devlins. It was their idea."
"They asked you to call me?"
"They thought you might enjoy spending time with someone closer to your own age." He shrugged. "I happened to be free; so it really wasn't any trouble."
Jessica's heart plunged. She should have known it was too good to be true when Pere phoned to invite her out for a day of sightseeing. It was Thursday; she was leaving in three days. She hadn't thought she would see him again. Then, when he called ...
So he was only doing it as a favor to the Devlins! Just when she was starting to think he might really like her!
This called for drastic action. Jessica felt a surge of determination. This time she was going to pull out all the stops. She'd bring King Cool to a boil, if it was the last thing she did!
She snuggled closer to Pete so that the breeze blew her hair against his cheek in a silken caress. "If this were a movie, we'd probably be kissing right now," she purred.
Pete arched his brow. "Do you always imagine yourself to be the star of a movie?"
"That depends on the leading man."
"What sort of leading man did you have in mind?"
She giggled, managing to snuggle even closer. "He'd have to be tall, dark, and handsome. With green eyes and a sexy smile. Very cool. Do you know anyone who might fit the description?"
"I can't imagine."
"He'd have to be a good kisser, of course, but that's the kind of thing you can't tell just by looking at someone." She knew she was flirting outrageously, but she didn't care. All was fair in love and war.
"No, of course not." Pete's eyes
She stared at him for a long, incredulous moment. She couldn't believe it. He was turning her down! She felt like screaming. How dare he reject her?
Her eyes narrowed to razor-thin slits. "You wanted to kiss me. I know you did."
Mr. Collins shook his head. His eyes looked almost black in the shadowy light. "You're playing a very foolish game, Suzanne. Believe me, I'm doing you a favor. Otherwise, you'd be very sorry later on."
But Suzanne scarcely heard what he was saying. Rage was boiling inside her, bubbling to the surface. He had some nerve to treat her this way! She felt like hitting him, scratching his eyes out. Oh, he'd pay for this. She'd make him pay.
Grabbing her purse, she pushed her way past him out the door. She'd be damned if she'd let him drive her home now! Suzanne was halfway down the front path when she whirled to face him one last time.
"You're the one who's going to be sorry, Roger Collins!" she hissed.
Suzanne calmed down as she walked back to the Wakefields'. The thought of getting her revenge on Mr. Collins was making her feel better, more in control. Already a plan was taking shape in her mind. She dried her tears. It might even be fun.
Smiling a little, she pulled at her blouse until it ripped. Let everyone think Mr. Collins had attacked her. It would be priceless, absolutely
priceless. He'd probably even be kicked out of school.
As she neared the house, Suzanne let her smile drop. It took her a minute to muster up the tears again, but she managed. After all, she was an expert at it, wasn't she? Letting herself in the front door, she crept slowly up the darkened stairs toward Elizabeth's room.
Ten
"It's so romantic." Jessica sighed, sinking deep into the leather seat of the horse-drawn carriage as the twilit green of Central Park skimmed, past. "I wish I had a picture of us. No one at my school is going to believe this."
"It's a bit touristy for my taste," Pete commented.
His arm was draped over the back of the seat. The tweedy fabric of his sleeve grazed Jessica's bare shoulder, sending ripples of icy gooseflesh down her back.
Jessica laughed. "Well, I am a tourist after all, so I guess that qualifies me. And you're my tour guide." She shot him a coy, sidelong glance.
"Pete, it's been such a wonderful day! How can I ever thank you?"
"Don't thank me, thank the Devlins. It was their idea."
"They asked you to call me?"
"They thought you might enjoy spending time with someone closer to your own age." He shrugged. "I happened to be free; so it really wasn't any trouble."
Jessica's heart plunged. She should have known it was too good to be true when Pere phoned to invite her out for a day of sightseeing. It was Thursday; she was leaving in three days. She hadn't thought she would see him again. Then, when he called ...
So he was only doing it as a favor to the Devlins! Just when she was starting to think he might really like her!
This called for drastic action. Jessica felt a surge of determination. This time she was going to pull out all the stops. She'd bring King Cool to a boil, if it was the last thing she did!
She snuggled closer to Pete so that the breeze blew her hair against his cheek in a silken caress. "If this were a movie, we'd probably be kissing right now," she purred.
Pete arched his brow. "Do you always imagine yourself to be the star of a movie?"
"That depends on the leading man."
"What sort of leading man did you have in mind?"
She giggled, managing to snuggle even closer. "He'd have to be tall, dark, and handsome. With green eyes and a sexy smile. Very cool. Do you know anyone who might fit the description?"
"I can't imagine."
"He'd have to be a good kisser, of course, but that's the kind of thing you can't tell just by looking at someone." She knew she was flirting outrageously, but she didn't care. All was fair in love and war.
"No, of course not." Pete's eyes
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