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his sexy innocence—isthat what they mean by oxymoron?—asked, “What’s the name of your school?”
    Great. Do you think the “witches” in Agatha’s Day School for Witches might be a clue that I wasn’t as mortal as I looked? Sigh. “Agatha’s School for … Girls.”
    “Oh. You go to an all-girls school.” That seemed to be a plus, judging by the way his dimple deepened.
    Unfortunately, I needed to erase the plus factor. “No. We have boys, too.” I had to confess that, just in case Angelo ever ran into Samuel, the mega-geeklock from Agatha’s who was tutoring me a couple of nights a week. No way was Angelo going to believe Samuel was a girl. “The school is actually called Agatha’s Day School for Girls and Boys. I just always leave off the ‘boys’.”
    “That’s harsh.” He was grinning, so I knew he hadn’t taken it personally.
    “Just realistic.” I teased. “Guys care more about cars and sports than classes, don’t you agree?”
    “No, I wouldn’t, actually.” He got serious for a second, but there was still a twinkle in his eye and the dimple hadn’t completely disappeared. “Take me. I get good grades, I play for the basketball team, I edit the student newspaper, and this year I’m even student council vice president.”
    “Wow. So where do you want to go to college? Harvard or MIT?” That may not have seemed like the next logicalquestion, but only if you weren’t in high school and weren’t driven to get out and make a success of yourself. Which Angelo obviously was, because he was exactly where I had been before I’d been yanked out of Beverly Hills and my nice comfy life in the mortal realm. I felt a little twinge of envy. Okay. A
big
twinge.
    He grinned again. “Wrong on both counts. Berkeley.”
    “Aha. California. You’ll love it.” So he wasn’t as strait-laced as he seemed, was he? Interesting. Too bad he was still a mortal and thus completely and utterly out-of-bounds for me as boyfriend material, the crush that was making it hard for me to breathe notwithstanding.
    There was just a beat before he returned my interest. “What about you?”
    I loved being asked, even though I really didn’t know the answer. “I want to be a pediatrician. I thought I might go to Duke.” True enough, before my life turned upside down. But now? Who knew.
    “Not Harvard?”
    I shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not my first choice. I’ve only second-listed it on my SATs.”
    “Me too.”
    I spent a moment contemplating what it would be like if both Angelo and I got second-listed to Harvard together. But as soon as I got to the part of the daydream where I wanted to pop myself from here to there rather than wastetime walking or driving,
snap
, I was back to reality—witch reality, á la Agatha.
    Mrs. Kenton glanced over at us and, I guess, got a little worried about how cozy Angelo and I looked. She stood up straighter—which I would have said was impossible if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. “Angelo. We’re going to be late for the dojo.”
    She smiled at Mom as she hustled to the door. “He’s going for his third-degree black belt next week.”
    Angelo glanced at his mother before he reached out and took my hand. His was warm and strong, and if he’d been a witch, I’d have guessed he had a Fire Talent because there was a current vibing between us. “I’m so glad my mother made me come over here with that casserole.”
    “Me too.” I didn’t want to let go of his hand. He didn’t seem to notice or try to pull his hand away. “I could use a friend who gets the importance of second listing Harvard on the SATs.”
    “Me, too.” Okay, so I sounded less original than a parrot. But in my defense, when Angelo was around, my brain just melted into a puddle of me toos. It must’ve been the lightning-crush effect. I have to confess, I liked it way more than I should. Because Agatha was watching, and Angelo was definitely on the no-no list.

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