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me get out of the car so I can go cry in the safety of my own room. Do it! Quick! Stop drawing things out, damn it!
    But when he didn’t say anything, my curiosity got the better of me and I peeked at him with one eye. One eye! Dear God. I’m sure I looked like an idiot with my face all scrunched up trying to see what was going on.
    His mouth twitched as one side of it drew up in a half smirk. Really? What was so funny about this?
    “What’s so funny about this?” I snapped opening both of my eyes as the anger finally hit me and I pushed his hand off my chin. Just end it already! Jeez.
    “Well, you kinda looked like Popeye there for a sec.” He barked out a laugh.
    Yeah, this was just hilarious. He was going to tell me that we’d no longer be spending time together and he was getting a big heehaw out of it. Nice.
    “Did not!” I huffed out, pissed. Well, good thing was, at least I no longer had the urge to cry.
    “Yeah, you did.” He snorted as he reached out and wiped my stray tear away with his thumb. “Hey, what’s this all about?” He then frowned getting serious again.
    I huffed out a sigh and closed my eyes again seeking some courage. Then a fantastic idea hit me. I’d be the one to break things off so that my amount of hurt would be less than if he did it. And that idea? Freaking brilliant!
    I sniffed before taking a deep breath then stared straight ahead. “Well, you know, Jag, this has been fun, hanging out and all.”
    I heard him shift in his seat, so I chanced a look at him out of the side of my eye. Oh, boy. I had his full attention now. His arm was still over the back of my seat but I could feel, yes feel, the tension that immediately hung in the air and also that he’d now moved a smidgen away from me. I looked down at my hands in my lap, my fingers tangling nervously. And then stupid me ventured forward. “But I’m really getting behind on some things, so I thought it’d probably be for the best that I start driving myself to school now.”
    He was quiet for so long, I didn’t know what to do. Twiddling my thumbs came to mind but I nixed that dumb idea right away. When I finally looked at him, he was looking at me through narrowed eyes as if trying to figure me out.
    “Did you now?” he said, his question sounding dangerous. Yikes.
    Did I now? Did I now, what?
    “Um, did I now, what?” I asked like a nitwit.
    “You thought it’d be for the best…” And the look on his face. Dang. Did he want to strangle me? Kiss me? Both of those ideas were too unnerving to even think about right then.
    I decided to stay the course I’d been on, stay strong, still trying to cover myself, not willing to be left brokenhearted by him again. No, I’d just break my own damned heart instead. “Yes, you’re probably getting tired of me anyway, right?”I asked feebly. So much for staying strong.
    I looked at him again and those eyes of his were cutting through me like a knife. I swore sparks were flying from them.
    “You think I’m tired of you?”
    I pushed that one piece of hair that always escaped my ponytail behind my ear nervously, looking back at the windshield as I chewed on my bottom lip. God, this was so intense. I wasn’t sure what to do, what to think. All I wanted was for him to get this over with so I could go inside my house, grab a pint of Chocolate Therapy and a spoon, and go to my room to cry my eyes out over losing him again.
    “Aren’t you?” I whispered.
    I mean, come on. Here was Jag Jensen, baseball player extraordinaire, the guy every girl in school was in love with, sitting here with me, plain old Ellen Love, bookworm to boot and somewhat decent trackster. What could he want with me ?
    He burst out laughing again and I looked at him in shock. Now what was so funny?
    “How could I ever be tired of you, El? You and these cuter than hell freckles?” He then dotted several of them on my nose with his finger to my horror.
    I swiped away his hand. “Stop that!” I said with