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leaving me on my own. “Um...” I turn back to Lucas. “Sure,” I tell him, not really knowing why.
    There is a debate going on in my mind. He makes me uncomfortable, but why? Is it intuition, or something else? If I hang out with him will I end up strangled in a ditch?
    I guess I'm going to find out.
     
     
     
    When the final bell rings, I'm walking toward the exit to meet with Lucas when Jonathan catches up with me. “Hey. What are you up to?”
    I wrinkle my nose without meaning to. “That new kid Lucas wants to hang out with me.”
    “ Oh,” he replies, and says nothing else.
    O n a whim I ask him, “Want to come?” Maybe not being alone with creepy boy would be better.
    Jonathan smiles. “Definitely.”
    “ Good.”
    We walk out to my car, where Lucas is waiting. If I hadn't been looking at Jonathan when Lucas  came into sight, I wouldn't h ave noticed the slight surprise, and then the grimace that came over his face. “Something wrong?”
    He looks at me like he'd forgotten I was there. He quickly smooths his features. “Of course not.” He runs his fingers through his golden curls. Ah, many a wom an would die to have such hair.
    Frowning at Jonathan's deflection, I turn away from him and focus on Lucas. He's leaning on his car, arms crossed, a calm expression on his face. Once we reach him I awkwardly say, “Hi.” Jonathan says nothing.
    Lucas smiles that small smile – one that reaches his eyes. “Hi.”
    Neither one of us says anything for a moment until I remember who is standing next to me. “Oh yeah,” I announce, “this is my good friend Jonathan. Jonathan, this is -”
    “ Lucas,” Jonathan interrupts. “Yeah, I heard.”
    Again I frown. What is up with him? “So anyway, I hope you don't mind if he comes with us, Lucas. I don't know what you were planning, but...”
    “ No, no,” Lucas interjects. “That's totally fine.”
    The guys stare silently at each other for a minute while I text someone back. I clear my throat when they don't notice I've finished. Both of them look at me, the tension momentarily broken. “So, should we go?”
    Lucas smiles again. “Of course. Why don't we drop your car off at your house and then we'll go from there. I'll follow you.”
    We part ways and as soon as I drive away, I turn to Jonathan. “What the hell was that all about?”
    He doesn't look at me. “What was what about?”
    My eyes roll involuntarily. “I don't get boys. I just don't get them.”
    Nothing mor e comes out of either of our mouths until we get to my house. Then, as I park in the garage, Jonathan speaks up. “You mind if I stay here tonight?”
    I'm a little shocked but I say, “That's fine. Is everything okay?”
    “ I just thought you might like a little c ompany during the storm since your parents are gone. And since mine are gone...” He trails off, not needing to finish.
    The more I think about it, the more I like it. Now I'll have an excuse to not make my trek to the cemetery. “Yeah. That would be nice.” W e get out of the car and I see Lucas is already out of his, waiting for us.
    “ You know, I should run home and get some stuff,” Jonathan says abruptly. “For tonight.”
    “ Are you sure?”
    He nods and starts walking away. I call after him, “You can take my car!”
    “ It's alright,” he calls back. “It'll be nice to walk in the fresh air.”
    I meet Lucas at his car, a new-looking silver Audi. “I guess we're going solo. Nice ride, by the way.”
    “ Thank you.” He opens the door for me. “I just got it.” There seems to be some joke behind this, but he shuts the door before I can study his expression more. Whatever. My eye catches an MP3 jack and I pull my iPod out of my pocket. I scroll through it and pick something I think we might both like. Actually, it's my favorite album – Low's Things We Lost in the Fire . Something about it's slow intensity reminds me of Lucas. He starts the car and I plug it in.
    As the music starts to play, I