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to ignore them.
    The sound of Luke’s masculine laugh flowed down the hall, which forced me to look his way again.
    This time our gazes met like we were a couple of magnets experiencing the pull of opposite attraction. Time slowed to a jarring halt. I just stood there transfixed for a minute, and then I remembered that I’d hoped to avoid exactly this kind of thing. Quickly, I straightened my locker door, hindering Luke’s view as I finished collecting my things. Right. Like that would stop him.
    What was with him today? First, it was after Geometry, then before Spanish, and now here he came again. Did he have something that important to impart to me or what?
    A couple minutes later he was there pulling my door back before leaning sideways into the lockers beside me. “Andrea Jamison, I haven’t seen you since fifth period.”
    That so wasn’t true, as I knew for a fact that he’d seen me before English, as well as during the cold-shoulder treatment before last period.
    I just wanted to go home, take an aspirin and forget this entire day had happened. “I’ve been around,” I said this while packing up the rest of my things.
    “So, you didn’t answer if you’d help decorate for homecoming. I told Stephanie I’d pitch in.”
    This I already knew, straight from the cheerleader’s lips. I opened my mouth to answer without raising my gaze because no way could I look into his dark brown, bottomless eyes and refuse. “I can’t. I have a piano recital to prepare for.”
    “Wow, piano. I guess you must be pretty good to be playing a recital.”
    His voice had turned, I don’t know, a little amazed. I guess it might seem amazing to think that plain Andrea Jamison actually had a talent—a talent my parents had pressured me into since the age of six.
    I shrugged my shoulders and lifted my head. “I guess.”
    “I mean, that’s really cool. Could I hear you play sometime?”
    Swiftly, I shifted my view back to the inside of my locker. He just looked too cute leaning there like a model escaped from a photo shoot. And he wanted to hear me play? This was a crazy world!
    Then I zeroed in on the superhero decal inside my locker right below the “God Rulz” sticker. If Luke saw that, he’d know me for the big fat liar that I am. Although, I make it a point to never lie. OK, when Amy wears anything in orange and I say it looks great, that is technically a lie because it totally clashes with her skin tone, but she loves orange, so how can I burst her bubble? Other than that though, I keep to the truth. So, why had I told Luke that I hated superheroes? Of all the lies, that one was just plain stupid.
    I slammed the locker shut.
    Luke stood up straight, apparently surprised. His face scrunched up like I’d almost taken off one of his eyelashes.
    “Sorry,” I tried to apologize while hoping he’d forget about the piano thing.
    “So, when can I hear you play?”
    This boy could not be distracted. Maybe if I fainted here in the hallway. Of course, he might have to catch me, and then he’d be touching me, and that was way too romantic for this Aubrey Academy girl. Besides, all that touching is against school rules, and we might get suspended. Better to just be honest.
    I took in a deep breath and swallowed it. “Saturday morning I’ll be playing my recital at the Kelton Auditorium in Chapel Hill. The same day as the homecoming game and the whole homecoming ceremony.”
    “Chapel Hill, well, that’s less than an hour away, right?”
    “About fifty-five minutes south of us. Why?”
    “I was just thinking you could still come to the banquet afterwards, right?” He raised his eyebrows, his gaze searing down to my rapidly pounding heart.
    “Um, I’m not planning to go to homecoming. I’ve never gone before. Never had a date.” Ugh, why had I said that? I just sounded pathetic and like I was fishing for an invitation, which was stupid since many of the people going weren’t even taking dates.
    “But if you had a