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dead.”
    The reply came quickly. “Been checking the oil?”
    She fired back, “Not a mechanic, dad.”
    He answered, “Have fun walking.”
    But she knew he’d look at it when he got home, if for no other reason than to avoid getting the cold shoulder from her tomorrow. More than just about anything, Bailey dreaded having to ride the bus to school, and her dad knew that all too well.
    She walked on, turning from Wilton to Vine, and thinking about what Eric Cady had said today about his party not being a drinking party. That surprised her. She’d never heard of a senior party that featured Mountain Dew and Pepsi as the main enticement. What student on earth would ever choose to go? But she supposed if Eric Cady threw a party serving iced tea and lemonade, students would line up come have a glass. Eric was a leader amongst a plethora of followers.
    Her phone beeped again with another text.
    She had ignored her dad’s childish parental dig about walking, and, like most people, he didn’t like to be ignored.
    But it was from a number she didn’t recognize.
    It said, “What’s up, Bailey?”
    To get a text from a strange number usually meant a wrong number, but this stranger had called her by name, so it was obviously someone she knew. Still, she rarely replied to texts from people unless she knew the identity of the someone doing the sending.
    As she turned left from Vine onto 2nd Avenue, another text came in.
    “Can you guess who this is?”
    No, she thought. But she was curious. Instantly she hoped that Eric Cady had gotten her number somehow. How could she have not hoped that, and instantly, him being so forefront in her mind the last two weeks? Of course, she hoped it was him! But she had also heard a rumor that goofy Chester McDoogan, who’s locker was right next to hers, had developed a crush on her, and she feared this text was from him.
    Beep, beep.
    “It’s Eric Cady,” the next text read.
    Her stomach flipped backward!
    How? Who had…?
    Jany! That shameless sly Fry!
    Bailey answered the text now, sending back, “Hey, what’s up?”
    “Heard you were working at Chicken Shack tonight.”
    Oh, fantastic , Bailey thought. I really wanted him to know that. Thanks so much, Jany. Not.
    She texted back, “Yeah, unfortunately.”
    “What time are you off?”
    “8:15. Why?”
    While she awaited a response to that text, she sent Jany one, which read, “Who gave Eric Cady my number?”
    Bailey shook her head, looking up the street to the Chicken Shack coming closer and closer with each step. She had two minutes left before her shift, so she slowed her pace.
    “I did,” Jany replied.
    “Thanks for telling him I work at Chick Shack.”
    “You’re welcome. What did he say?”
    Bailey closed the conversation with Jany.
    Beep, beep.
    Eric’s number sent, “Can I call you around 8:30?”
    Bailey couldn’t believe her eyes. Are you kidding me? she thought. Is it because of the tank top? God, I regret wearing that! I SO regret wearing that! Because now I’ll never know!
    But except for that, his question overjoyed her.
    She glanced up and saw her boss standing outside the employee’s entrance. He was smoking a cigarette and wearing a dirty apron. So the latest transient chef had called in sick again, Bailey Howard figured. Her boss saw her coming and waved at her to hurry up.
    She stopped in the shade of a maple tree, her heart beating fast, and she was more than sure about one thing now…that she didn’t care a bit if she got docked fifteen minutes on the time clock.
    “How about 8:45?” she typed, but then she held her finger off the send button a moment, trying to decide if she should just agree to his 8:30 instead. The truth was she didn’t want to be standing around in her smelly Chicken Shack uniform when he called. She’d rather have a chance to shower, so she could actually sit on her bed in her room with her door shut. It would also give her parents time to say their daily goodnight.
    She