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carved graffiti.
    “Not if they see you act it won’t,” Nash retorted.
    “Exactly,” Cassidy agreed in a dark voice. “Still, it was fun to see how pissed off she looked when dad put the tattoo on this morning.”
    “I’ll bet.” Nash grinned in appreciation before he jumped up and shot her a dazzling smile. “Don’t move, I just need to see a man about a horse.”
    “Not going anywhere,” Cassidy assured him as he sauntered over toward George Dennison, an eleventh-grade science geek with whom Nash liked to trade anecdotes from time to time. She watched Nash pause for a moment to dust off his black trousers, which were tucked into a pair of heavy boots, before adjusting his crumpled gray double-breasted shirt. She couldn’t help but admire how above high school Nash was.
    Then she froze as she once again had the eeriest sensation that someone was watching her.
    She quickly swiveled around. To the left of her was a group of juniors, but they were busy studying something on the iPad that one of them was holding up. She rubbed her eyes, reminding herself that staying up all night worrying about her dad obviously wasn’t good for curbing her paranoid tendencies.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a slight movement coming from the thick shrubbery that separated the parking lot from the front of the school yard. The hairs on the back of her arms prickled, and the tattoo on her arm felt warm against her skin. That was twice now. Did that mean it wasn’t merely a figment of her imagination? The leaves rustled again. She craned her neck, hoping to see something, anything to let her know that—
    “Oh, please, I thought you were over that moron.” Nash reappeared, carrying an armful of books while wearing a look of disgust on his gorgeous face. “I mean, did he or did he not dump you faster than a bag of trash?”
    “What?” Cassidy, who was still trying to figure out if there was someone hiding in the shrubbery, forced herself to turn back to where Nash was tapping the toe of his heavy black boot, looking anything but happy. “You do realize that I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Cassidy said with a frown.
    “Reuben, of course.” Nash nodded over to the group of juniors that Cassidy had been looking at moments earlier. Except this time she realized that it wasn’t just a group of preppy girls; there was actually one guy lounging in between them all, looking like the cat who’d just caught the biggest canary ever. Reuben. Why wasn’t she surprised?
    His emo hair, which had once been surfer-dude blond, was now dyed pitch-black and was poking up in all directions, with what could only be described as glue.
    “I promise that I didn’t even see him,” Cassidy said, while silently cursing herself for not realizing that her ex-boyfriend was in the vicinity. Shouldn’t she have some kind of radar for that? Like:
scumbag fifteen paces to the right
?
    “Really? Because if I have to give you the talk again about what a morally bankrupt douche bag Reuben Salinger is, then I’ll do it.” Nash put down the books and folded his arms.
    “You don’t.” Cassidy shook her head as the girls got to their feet and bounced toward the main entrance, with Reuben following at a more sedate saunter, too caught up in the moment even to notice that Cassidy was there. Which was fine by her. If she ever had to talk to her ex-boyfriend again, then it could only mean that every other male on the planet had been killed in some kind of freakish virus incident.
    Not that she was really sure if she could even count him as an ex, since they had dated for only two weeks. Then she had been late to meet him at a party, which, for Reuben, was apparently code for “okay to shove your tongue down the nearest cheerleader’s throat.”
    “Stop reliving it,” Nash commanded with uncanny insight, considering his complete lack of sexual desire. Then he mellowed. “So if you weren’t looking at Mr. Tosspot, then