Iâd want a chance to decide for myself.â âThanks,â I said. âI appreciate the advice.â âIâm not certain I provided you with any advice. Do let me know what happens.â I saw the look of genuine concern on her face. It was four oâclock before I knew it. I cleaned my brushes and put away my paints and smock. And then I saw Kevin standing in the doorway. He appeared a little uneasy. âAm I interrupting?â he asked. Ms. Meade looked Kevin over. Our eyes met and I realized that she knew this was the boy I had been talking about. âWeâre all finished here,â she said. Kevin smiled at her but she didnât smile back. What was it about him that adults didnât like? âShall we go?â he asked me. I glanced at him as we walked out, trying to observe him in an objective manner. Sure his hair was on the long side and the black leather jacket he was wearing gave him a dangerous look, but it wasnât a motorcycle jacket and he didnât look tough or mean. Was it because he looked knowing? He wasnât innocent. Innocent â maybe that was how I looked. I never really thought about it before. Salâs was really bustling with kids. It was a Friday afternoon. No school the next day. Everyone was in celebration mode. Kevin led me to a booth which was set back from the others. âI like the gunfighterâs seat,â he explained. He positioned me against the back wall and slipped in close beside me instead of sitting opposite. âWhatâs the matter?â he asked. âI feel like youâve got me imprisoned here.â âMaybe I like to feel in control,â he said flashing a wicked grin. âI donât like it.â I pushed him away and he laughed out loud. Then we ordered pizza slices and sodas. When we were about ready to leave, who should come in but Caron, hanging on to Gar Hansenâs arm. She sauntered up to Kevin and me. âWeâre coming and youâre going. Why donât you join us for a while?â I noticed how similar brother and sister were in their dark good looks. âDanna and I have hung around here long enough.â âBut you ought to get acquainted with my friends. And Gar is a senior; heâll introduce you to his crowd.â He frowned at his sister. âIâm not a jock, you know that by now. And I donât like crowds.â âAlways the lone wolf, arenât you?â She emphasized the word âwolfâ and looked pointedly at me. âYou can be popular for both of us. See you,â he said. I glanced over at Gar; but his look was unreadable. Kevin and I walked to his car. âI hope you donât mind but I really donât like to hang out. Caron tells me Iâm anti-social. Maybe Iâm just not too crazy about people in general.â We got into his car and he turned to me. âWell, where would you like to go?â âI think home would be best. I really have tons of homework to do.â âOn a Friday? Canât it wait?â âI need to work on my geometry every day.â âOkay, whatever you say.â He gave me a mischievous grin. âReady?â Then he took off toward the highway. âKevin, this isnât the way to my house.â âIsnât it?â He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. âOkay, I figured we could just take a short ride first.â âNo, we canât.â âI thought youâd say that. Just testing.â He jammed on his brakes and cut across the break in the divider. âI think youâre supposed to make a U-turn up ahead.â âThis was easier.â âBut you could have gotten a ticket!â He laughed. âI get a charge out of living dangerously. Collecting tickets is another one of my little hobbies.â I thought of what my father would say if he heard that and had a sinking feeling in the