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you the whole truth.”
    Uh oh. That didn’t sound good. “What do you
mean?”
    Sighing heavily, Seth glanced around before
moving closer and lowering his voice. “Jett fights in underground
cage matches. A lot of the kids attend them and place bets. The
whole thing is very illegal.”
    I smiled. “So you’re saying he’s good?”
    “I’m saying he’s really good. He hasn’t
lost, yet, and he’s fought guys a lot more muscular and older than
he is.”
    “Bigger isn’t always necessarily
better.”
    “True, but I feel you’re way out-matched in
this case.”
    Shrugging, I began walking toward his car.
“I guess we will find out tonight.”
    Those words must have convinced him I wasn’t
going to back out, because he didn’t argue. “Well then, I guess you
should at least give me your address so I can pick you up.”
    Reaching around me, he opened the car door,
and I started laughing. “So is this our first ‘official date,’
then? That’s what my parents are going to ask.”
    “Call it whatever you want, but I know for
damn sure I can show you a better time than this.”
    I patted him on the arm and flashed a smile
at him before sliding into the seat. “Don’t worry, Seth. You just
might have the time of your life tonight.”
    ~~~
    “Psst.”
    Ignoring the sound coming from behind me, I
continued to study the glossary terms that had been passed out by
my history professor. I didn’t know anyone in this class, so I was
pretty sure no one was talking to me.
    “Psst.” The sound came again. “New
girl.”
    Slowly, I lifted my head and cast a glance
at the teacher, who appeared to have his nose buried in some sort
of thriller-ish looking novel. Casually turning, I looked behind
me, finding a smiling, slightly flamboyant guy with thick,
perfectly spiked dark hair. He was wearing a bright, fuchsia
colored shirt with a black vest over it. A necktie hung, loosely
knotted, well below his collar and his shirtsleeves were loosely
rolled up to three-quarter length. From his slouched position, I
could see dark jeans and flat tennis shoes completing the
ensemble.
    “Yes?” I raised an eyebrow, wondering what
he wanted.
    Leaning closer, across the top of his desk,
he whispered. “Is it true you’re gonna fight Jett Blackstone at The
Ring tonight?”
    Seriously? How’d this guy know? “Who
told you that?” I asked, curious.
    Giving a small snort, he waved his hand with
an air of dismissal. “Girl, the whole school is talking about it.
I’d wager most will be attending.”
    Something between a strangled laugh and a
cry of despair escaped me, catching the attention of the teacher.
Lowering his book, Mr. Parson flashed a disapproving stare in my
direction and I immediately dropped my gaze back to the terms in
front of me. I couldn’t afford to make teachers mad at me on my
first day, too.
    “Psst,” the voice came, again.
    Lifting my paper, I turned sideways in the
desk and continued staring at my assignment as if I was studying.
“What?”
    “I think you’ve got balls, girl.”
    I had to fight to hold in my laughter.
“Thanks. I think.”
    “It was definitely a compliment.”
    Smiling, I nodded, continuing to stare at
the sheet I was holding.
    “My name is Franco Vera, but everyone calls
me Frankie.”
    A quick glance at the teacher told me he was
stuck back in his book. “Nice to meet you, Frankie. I’m Kenna
Mangum.”
    “So, who do I put my money on? The hot guy
or the new girl?” His eyes positively glittered with
excitement.
    “I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be putting
money on anyone.”
    “But I am.” He glanced over me as if he were
measuring me up. “He’s got a major size advantage over you.”
    “Bigger doesn’t mean better.”
    Grinning, he pushed my shoulder, and winked.
“It does with the important things! Am I right?”
    Biting at the grin on my lips, I blushed and
shook my head. “I wouldn’t know.”
    “Oh, honey.” Staring at me, he made a tsking
sound. “We