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blushing.
    “Well,”
her eyes twinkled, “—was I right?”
    Drew
looked into my eyes and smiled. “Yeah, ma, you were right.”
    “Of
course I was right,” she said with delight. “Your mother is always right—you
should listen to her more often.”
    “I
will ma,” he promised and then asked where Delia was.
    “She
went to a musical play with one of her little friends and their family. She’ll
be sorry she missed you, Brooke. She’s always wanting to have you over to play
pirates with her.”
    “She
must be all grown up now,” I said wistfully.
    “Oh
she is,” Mrs. Roberts smiled. “She is such a little lady. She carries a little
white purse to school with her everyday.”
    “Oh
well,” Drew said cutting short our small talk. “She’s not here, too bad. Well,
we’ll see you ma.”
    “Oh,
don’t rush the girl,” Mrs. Roberts instructed her son. “Girls don’t like to be
rushed. How is your brother, Brooke? He doesn’t come around much anymore.”
    “He’s
started a new band,” I informed her. “It keeps him really busy.”
    “So
he still plays the guitar? That’s so good. Tell him to stop by and see us. We
miss him around here.”
    “Okay,”
I promised as Drew took my arm and dragged me away from his mom.
    We
went up to his room and while he searched through his notebooks for his Spanish
notes I studied his bedroom with interest, as it had changed quite a bit.
    It
had been almost a year since I’d been here. Back then he had to share his room
with his older brother. Drew’s half of the room had been devoted entirely to
Laurie. His walls had literally been plastered with pictures of her.
    “You’ve
redecorated,” I murmured curiously as I gazed around the room, amazed to
discover not a single picture of Laurie remained on his walls. Not one. Instead
there were various sports awards and academic certificates, as well as many
newspaper articles relating to him that he had clipped and posted here and
there.
    “Yeah,”
he agreed, looking up from the notebook he was searching through to gaze
absently about the room. He grinned sardonically, “I’ve kind of made it a
shrine to myself.”
    “It
used to be a shrine to Laurie,” I observed.
    “Yeah,”
he agreed, gazing at me closely. “It did … but that was a long time ago.”
    “Has
she seen the renovation?” I asked curiously, my heart pounding hard from his
stare.
    “No.”
His eyes were still on me. “I don’t have Laurie over much anymore. I haven’t
had her over in a long time.”
    “That’s
weird,” I murmured, though I hadn’t meant to say the thought aloud.
    “Yeah?”
he asked, looking at me closely again.
    I
quickly glanced away, feeling awkward being studied and watched so attentively—by
him.
    His
eyes lingered on me a moment longer, then he ran a hand over his face and went
back to searching for his notes.
    Meanwhile,
I curiously browsed around his room some more, reading the articles on his walls.
    I
guess I got fairly engrossed in what I was reading. Apparently. ‘Cause I was
startled when I glanced his way to discover him watching me. The way his hungry
eyes were on me, it was as though he had been watching me for a long time. My
insides did a funny loop to find him looking at me that way.
    He
cleared his throat. “I found my notes,” he said.
    “Great,”
I choked out, not even sure what I was saying.
    I
felt definitely strange.
    Quivery
and dizzy.
    And
hot.
    “They’re
really hard to read,” he said, looking over them again before he handed them to
me. “Good luck.”
    “Thanks
a lot,” I smiled way too widely to be natural. ( Calm. Down!! )
    I
gushed out quickly/spastically, “Well, I guess we should get going.”
    He
gave me this look, one I couldn’t read, his jaw muscles flickering.
    His
eyes still on me, he said softly, so hesitantly, “I thought maybe we could
study for the chemistry test together—like we used to.”
    I
gulped, knowing that wasn’t a good idea. At all.
    Jerkily,
I