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in a trance nodding his head. Brandon was sinfully cute with blond hair and blue eyes, but he preferred guys. He was also a part of our wayward group. Kara and I both adored him.
    Chase walked past me, and placed his tray on the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to me. I focused on the clock and decided to give my nerves a chance to settle before I risked another peek at him, let alone….. attempted conversation. If I left now and ran, I'd probably make it to class on time. But when I looked at him, he was watching me with a warm gleam in his eyes. I decided maybe I could stay for just a little while longer.
    "Well," Kara said rather loudly and glanced over at Brandon, but he didn't seem to take the hint. At times, Kara was so obvious, but I'm not even sure if Brandon was aware that she spoke. He was lost in Chase Land, and I could sympathize because Chase was mesmerizing. While Kara was trying her best to give me some much needed alone time with him, Brandon was way too busy eyeballing Chase from across the table to have a clue. "It's about that time," Kara said; her voice even louder, but Brandon still didn't move.
    "I've got… Ouch! Shit fire, Kara. Alright!" he suddenly exclaimed, then abruptly stood and grabbed his tray frowning at her. It was crystal clear she'd either kicked him underneath the table or stomped his foot. "We gotta split. Later."
    "I'll take care of Mrs. Watkins for you," Kara promised. She had every teacher at Crawley High, except for Mr. Shilon, wrapped around her little finger. "I'll save you a seat."
    "Thanks, Kara." I replied, and she smiled knowingly back at me.
    When she caught Chase not looking, she arched her eyebrows suggestively up and down making me giggle. "That's what besties are for," she said as she grabbed Brandon by the arm and dragged him away. They headed for the trash can near the exit while Brandon cast wistful glances back in our direction.
    When we were alone, I peeked at Chase. He made my stomach feel as if it were filled with a thousand tiny fluttering butterflies.
    "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, and at his urging, I peeled off the lid of my juice, forcing myself to act reasonably normal and took a small sip.
    I eyed his plate filled with one of our famous mystery lunches. "I'll share," he offered, as he held up a forkful of the golden orange concoction.
    "No thanks," I replied, smiling back at him and shaking my head. "I actually like my food to look like food, not a science project."
    He laughed, and I decided even his laughter was attractive. Then, the forkful of goo disappeared in between his killer lips and he smiled making me feel all warm and tingly inside. "Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it," he advised, and from the heated look that had suddenly crept into his eyes, I suspected we were no longer just talking about the cafeteria food. "So, tell me about yourself, Addie."
    I drew in a deep breath and exhaled then took a sip of my pineapple juice and sat the cup back down on the table. I was nervous. Only inches separated us, and I liked the way that he looked at me as if I were the only girl in the room. The way his body leaned in toward mine as if his whole being anticipated what I would say next. "There's not much to tell," I told him. "I've lived here my entire life. It's not very exciting. I hate to disappoint you."
    "I don't think you could."
    Taken by surprise at his words, my lips parted slightly, and I looked back at him feeling as if I were in a daze.
    "You know, you're gorgeous, don't you?"
    "No. No, I'm not," I murmured, denying his words and suddenly feeling slightly guilty when I remembered that Chance had said almost the exact same thing to me earlier that morning. "Pretty is as pretty does. That's what my mom always told me and my sister."
    Natalie had been beautiful inside and out. That rule didn't apply to her. She had been the sun; while I had and always would be but a shadow in comparison to her. Natalie should've been the one