knew what Les Mis was. “No. It’s hopeful.”
He laughed. “Fine, what about American Psycho ?”
I huffed through my nose, fighting back the groan that wanted to escape. “No thanks, and while we’re at it, I’m going to go ahead and rule out all Stephen King before you go there.”
“Too dark?”
“How about Twilight ?” I shot back.
“Touché.”
I grinned.
“ The Princess Bride ?” he suggested seriously this time.
I sighed, because I would have gladly chosen The Princess Bride , but we couldn’t. “We can’t pick that.”
“Why not?”
“Jeremy will pick it. It’s his favorite movie.”
He wore an amused smirk. “Fine. I have no doubt you have other suggestions.”
“I take it you want something controversial?”
He shrugged, but I knew now he’d want to make some kind of statement with whatever we chose.
“What about Anna Karenina ?” It was political, controversial, there was a lesson to be learned, and I could actually stomach it.
“Shit, you want to talk about depressing. Yeah, let’s do a report on a broad who throws herself in front of a train.”
“Ugh,” I released the groan I’d been holding back. “Fine, your turn to suggest something.”
“ A Clockwork Orange .”
“You’ve read A Clockwork Orange ?” I asked skeptically.
“You haven’t?” he challenged.
“No, I have.” It was one of my father’s favorites. His worn copy was on the bookshelf in my bedroom at home. “But, I think Justin and Sarah are doing that one.” They were at table ten and I heard it mentioned a moment ago.
“Fine, then I’ve got one. The Delta of Venus by Anais Nin. I already have several scenes in mind we could act out.”
I frowned. “I don’t know that one.” The author name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t attach it to any work.
“Look it up when you get home. Let me know what you think tomorrow.” He began gathering up his things, and a moment later the bell rang, ushering everyone to their next period. For me that was lunch. For Jeremy it was fourth period biology. Wherever Nash was headed to next, he wasn’t anxious to stick around this class. He was the first one out the door. Jeremy waited for me to gather my things, and then I walked with him to his next class.
“Was Nash a total dick to you?”
“No. He was fine. I really think you need to let this thing with him go. He only screws with you because he knows how much it gets to you.”
“Yeah, whatever. Just be careful. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to mess with you to get to me. He pulls any shit or won’t do the work, tell Ms. Renner. If you ask, she’ll probably let you work alone.”
“It’ll be fine.” We were outside his class and he bent down and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “Sucks we couldn’t have lunch together.”
“Yeah, but I’ll see you fifth period in gym.”
“See you.” He disappeared inside the class and I went to see who else of my friends had landed in first lunch since both Jeremy and my best friend Cammie had second. I noticed Nash hanging around outside the cafeteria with his small group of friends. I bypassed them without a second glance.
It was only fitting that when fifth period came around and I walked out of the girls’ locker room, Nash was standing in the middle of the gym with one of them. As far as I knew, Derek was his best friend and one of the few people in this school he hung out with. I suspected that was completely by choice. Nash had everything it took to rule this school. He was tall, good looking and athletic, but he opted out of every single popularity contest, despite the coaches trying to recruit him for pretty much every sport our school had. I’d once heard Jeremy whining to Matt and Josh that he didn’t get why all the coaches wanted him so bad, but I guess Nash had played in middle school, and even then had been impressive. I believed it, looking at him now, dressed down in athletic shorts, a white tee stretched across his