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been told that before. Good looking, sure. Too good looking, never.”
     
    Beth swallowed around the lump in her throat and tried to smile at his joke. It probably didn’t look much like a smile. She had to say what she was going to say quickly or she was going to flee.
     
    “I was so angry at you, at first. When I found out that it was all a trick to get me to go to that party.”
     
      He tried to interrupt her, but she held up her hands.
     
    “No, let me finish. That’s what I thought. That you tricked me into believing that you really liked me just to take me to that contest. And that was good, that I was so angry, because it gave me courage. But after, when I had time to settle down with my thoughts, I saw all the times you talked about the soccer team. How you really didn’t like them, how you felt like you didn’t fit in and didn’t want to. And I realized that you were trying to be my friend. You wanted to make up for them being jerks because that is the kind of guy you are. It was me that put my own romantic spin on things.”
     
    She inhaled deeply, checking the wound. Still okay.
     
    “You were kind to play Prince Charming. I’m embarrassed that I put us both through that. I know you saw the person inside of me, and I appreciate that you were one of the few people able to see past the outside.”
     
    “You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed are you?” Lucky asked.
     
    “Hey! I just laid myself bare to you and—”
     
    Lucky clamped his hand over her mouth. “It’s true. You’re not my type. Hey, don’t bite me, I’m not finished. You aren’t blonde, you don’t wear mini-skirts, and when you call me handsome, it usually means you are making fun of me. That is the opposite of my type. So, I didn’t know what to make of you. But I liked you. I liked spending time with you.”
     
    He lowered his hand, testing to see if she would let him go on.
     
    He was quiet a moment longer and then said, “But I don’t think I see the same face you see when you look in the mirror.”
     
    Beth gasped, unaware she hadn’t been breathing.
     
    “I think you’re beautiful. Maybe not the way some guys think their girlfriends are, but I think my way is better.”
     
    His hand caressed her left cheek and she shivered. Nobody but doctors and her mother had ever touched her face.
     
    “You’re smart, most of the time. You’re funny, except when you’re picking on me. And you have a light that shines from somewhere inside you.” Lucky looked down, collecting his thoughts. “I like looking at you. I especially like looking at you when you wear tank tops.” He still didn’t raise his eyes, but he reached for her hand. “When you needed me, I never felt more like a man. And when I let you down, I never felt more—”
     
    Beth broke in. “I need you. Right now.”   Geez. Did she really just say that?
     
      He met her gaze and smiled that heartthrob movie star grin that made her stupid and girly.
     
    She stammered, “I…um…I’m trying to pick a school. For next year. I was thinking of community college. Do you know any good ones?”
     
    “As luck would have,” he said, kissing her knuckles. “I do know a great one in the area. I could maybe give you a tour?”
     
    She nodded. “That would be really nice.”
     
    “Well, then, I guess it’s our lucky day.”
     
     
     
    The End