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and it was so cool to finally meet someone who
understood the bookish part of me. 
               
As we pulled back into the school parking lot, Hannah shook her head
bemused.  “I have to say, Emma, I wasn’t expecting
us to get along at all.  Honestly, you don’t seem the type
of person to like all of the cool things you do.”
    I burst out laughing as I set the
emergency brake and turned off the car.  “What in the
world is that supposed to mean?”
               
She chuckled as she collected her bag and pushed open the door. 
“Well, you know—I just didn’t expect you to be so
easy going.  You’re really not what you look like at all.”
               
I opened my door and we both climbed out.  “Um, gee. 
Thanks, I think?”  I grinned over the hood at her, not
sure what else to say.
               
“It was a compliment trust me…”  Hannah’s
voice trailed off as a group of guys from the football team came up
to us.
               
“Hey Emma!  How come you never return my calls?” 
               
I rolled my eyes at Justin Lineweaver.  It was the same question
he asked me every day.  “You know I don’t date high
school guys.”  I hitched my purse on my shoulder and
flashed my Bradford smile, before walking over to Hannah’s
side.  I pulled her up over the median to the grass lawn and
away from the guys.
               
“Justin Lineweaver has been calling you, and you don’t
return his calls?” 
               
“Yeah, long story.  Which reminds me.  Where’s
your cell?  Here’s mine.  Copy your digits in it so
we can hang.”
               
“Sure.”  She passed me her phone.
               
I realized our thumbs both moved at the same warped speed. 
The
mark of a true texter.
 We grinned as we handed our phones
back at the same time.       
               
The bell rang.
               
“Hey, I’ll text you after school, okay?”
               
“Cool.  Bye!”  Hannah waved and made her way to
the science building.  The direct opposite from art class where
I was headed.
               
     
               
I had just finished my English homework when my mom poked her head in
the room.  “Hey, Emma.  You’ve got a visitor
downstairs.”
               
“A visitor?”  My brow furled.  “Who is
it?”
               
Mom smiled.  “You’ll see.”
               
Curious, I stood up to follow her. 
               
“Oh, you may want to change your shoes.”
           
“My shoes?”  I glanced down at my glittery flats. 
“What’s wrong with them?”
               
“Nothing.  Except if I were you, I’d wear your
Converse or your tennis shoes.”
               
Okay, now I was dying to know what was going on.  “Mom—?”
               
“They’re in the great room, hurry okay?”  With
a little wiggle of her eyebrows she was gone.
               
For Pete’s sake. 
I dug around my closet and
found my worn black and white striped Converse.  Quickly I
slipped my flats off and them on.  If there was one thing that
drove me nuts, it was surprises.  Especially surprises where
everyone else already knew what the surprise was, except me.  I
bounded down the stairs and spun on the post as I turned in the
direction of the great room.  With another set of rapid steps
I’d crossed the threshold and then stopped.  Gasping, my
hand flew to my mouth to stem the burst of laughter.
    There stood Chase all decked out
with a knight helmet and plastic sword.  He awkwardly placed his
hand over the hilt of his sword and half bowed.  “Lady
Emmalee, I am at your service.”
               
“What in the--?”  I couldn’t help it, I
giggled. 
               
“What?  Can’t you tell what I’m supposed