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guy.”
    â€œOkay.” That will take so much time.
    Lyle gives me one of his everything will be fine expressions, which he usually reserves for when I stress out about tests, and then runs off toward the doors where the sheriff’s deputies always stand. I follow him, but he gets stuck behind masses of hungry high school basketball fans. And then people cut between us as he has to shove through all the tired moms buying cheesy nachos for their kids and the baseball hat dads clustered around the bake sale table. It’ll take him too long, way too long to get the deputy. Anything could happen to Dakota and his forearms.
    So I don’t stay put like Lyle wants me to. Instead, I rush down the hallway. Sweat, old socks, unwashed T-shirts … the smells hit me as I run under the fluorescent lights. Right now, the home and away locker rooms will be filled with guys talking about strategy and zones. So the sunglasses guy wouldn’t bring Dakota there unless he wanted an audience. That leaves the girls’ locker rooms. I smash open the door to the room for the away cheerleaders. There are clothes and duffel bags everywhere. Hair products roll about on the floor. I slam around the room, searching, searching.
    â€œHey!” I yell. “You in here?”
    I check under the toilet stalls, bash open some doors. Nothing. I slam out of there and rush into our own locker room. God. God. God . I can barely breathe, there’s so much adrenaline running through me. My heart feels like it’s exploding inside my chest.
    â€œHey!” I yell again as I step inside the locker room.
    They stand there on one of the long wooden benches in the center of the room, in between the rows of freestanding lockers. Well, that’s not true. The sunglasses guy stands. His dark hair ruffles like there’s a fan on somewhere. But there aren’t any fans in the locker room.
    He has Dakota all tied up on the bench. He used duct tape to wrap his ankles and hands together, doubling Dakota back onto himself. Dakota’s eyes meet mine, and you can tell he is so not into this S and M crap.
    â€œHelp!” Dakota says, in a kind of oddly calm way for someone being abducted. He looks strangely sexy.
    â€œIt’ll be okay, Dakota.” I storm in, and even now I’m blushing because it’s Dakota. I stop a few feet away from them. I stare up at the sunglasses guy. Way, way up. “Let him go.”
    Sunglasses Guy jumps off the bench and strides over to me. “Don’t be stupid.”
    â€œNo. You don’t be stupid,” I say, angling toward Seppie’s bag, because I know she stashes pepper spray in there. Super against the rules, but like I care. “The police are coming.”
    â€œI’ve been saved by the Asian cheerleader; how perfect,” Dakota says. “Breaking the stereotypes. How droll.”
    Droll?
    â€œAre you pulling the race card on me, Dakota? Seriously? What the hell? You just asked me to help you. Why are you being a dick?” I sputter. “You’re never a dick. You’re sexy and you point your drumstick at me, which could totally be misconstrued, obviously … but um…” I backtrack, because despite this situation, I’m pretty horrified that I just said all that out loud. “What’s with the race card?”
    â€œOf course…” Dakota smirks. “Race card.”
    Sunglasses Guy glowers back at him. “I should’ve duct taped your mouth.”
    â€œProbably,” Dakota says.
    I step a little closer to Seppie’s bag. “Are you kidnapping him?”
    â€œNope.”
    â€œI saw you hitting him. You can’t just hit someone and tie them up and expect nobody is going to try to stop you, even if they are acting racist instead of just being hot like they’re supposed to.” I pretty much put it all out there, because hopefully my crushing on Dakota will distract Sunglasses