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    When we finally came up for air, my head was spinning, both of us breathing heavily, and I couldn’t help the sappy grin I wore.
    “Wow,” I whispered.
    “Yeah, wow,” he answered back, pulling away and looking down at me confused.
    “Best first kiss ever,” I mumbled breathlessly, looking up into his eyes in a haze.
    The confusion left his face as if he’d been waiting to hear that he was my first and a proud grin replaced it. Guys. Jeez.
    After that day, I only brought up the fact that I’d beaten him in hurdles a time or two… or ten. But that memory was way overshadowed by the fact that it was also the day of my first kiss. Of our first kiss. And I’d never forget it as long as I lived.
     
     
     
    “Hey, beautiful,” Jag said when he drove up in the parking lot a couple days later. “You ready?”
    My face instantly flushed at his endearment and especially so when the boys hanging around whistled and made sounds of approval at it. Ugh. An inner construction worker must be hidden inside all males.
    “Hey, handsome,” I replied shyly after getting in the car. God. My face got so hot you could’ve fried a damn egg on it at what I thought was pretty brazen behavior on my part.
    Jag looked over and grinned at me, his straight white teeth in his tanned face making him look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model. Lord, the guy was just hotter than freaking hot.
    While driving we talked about the usual things, how practice had gone and how school was that day before an unusual silence hit. After we’d hit a stoplight, Jag finally broke it when we got the green.
    “Gotta question, uh, for you,” he said as he shifted gears. Was he nervous? Hm.
    “Question? Yes, Jag, Bigfoot is real.” I snorted at the look on his face.
    “Ellen.” He raised an eyebrow, looking over and giving me a gimlet eye.
    “Jagger,” I said, mocking his look.
    “I need to ask you a serious question, El,” he replied with a sigh, looking back at the road.
    Oh, crap. The sober look on his face worried me. And when I glanced out the window behind him, I saw that we were heading home and not to one of the hangouts. This must be serious. Yikes.
    “Um, okay. Go ahead.” Dang it. I could feel the sweat forming on my brow. God, was he going to ask if it was okay if I started driving myself to school again? Was he tired of me? I felt my stomach clench up. I knew it’d been too good to be true. Seriously, why the hell would a senior want to spend time with a sophomore anyway? An inexperienced sophomore at that. I’d always known the other shoe would drop on this thing we had going on. And damn it if tears didn’t start welling in my eyes.
    We pulled into my driveway and he turned off the engine. I sat facing forward like a statue, focusing on trying to breathe normally. Oh, and blinking my eyes rapidly a couple times to make sure the tears didn’t fall. Shit! He probably thought I was having some kind of fricking seizure now. Guess that was better than his knowing he was about to break my heart. Again.
    For a few seconds he messed with his key ring that I’d given him a few weeks before that hung from the ignition switch. It held a picture that my mom had taken of us when Jag and I were little. In the photo, I was crying because I’d dropped my ice cream cone and Jag was holding his out for me to have. How friggin’ sweet was that? He stared at the picture for a few more seconds then looked over at me, throwing his right arm over the back of my seat. I guess it was then that he saw me struggling to keep from crying.
    “Hey,” he said, his left hand moving to my chin, turning my face toward his.
    I didn’t want to look at him. If he was going to tell me this was over, whatever this was, I’d rather not have to look in those beautiful blue eyes of his, so I closed my own as a stupid tear rolled down my face.
    And here’s what was going through my head as we sat there: just give it to me fast, Jag. Bam! Drop that hammer and let