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because he didn’t seem to realize I actually wanted a boyfriend. It wasn’t for lack of interest that I had never dated or even kissed a guy. At least not lack of interest on my part.
    “It’s Laney,” I mumbled, typing a response. She texted me again before I could finish.
    Mom says Kellen is going to ask me out on a date!
    “Ugh,” I groaned. This was going to be a long conversation, one I’d rather not do through text. My fingers would cramp and fall off before she finished going on about this.
    “What?”
    “She’s excited you’re going to ask her out.”
    “ How does she know about that?”
    I know, Lane. I’m at lunch with him and dad.
    “Um, I guess my mom told her,” I said distractedly, sending my message to Laney. “Dad wouldn’t have.”
    “Huh.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    My phone beeped again. Kellen looked down at it blankly.
    “She’s excited?”
    “Yeah, of course she is. You’re being weird about this. What’s wrong with you?”
    I glanced down at my phone, waiting for his answer.
    DON’T TELL HIM I KNOW HE’S GOING TO ASK ME OUT!!!
    “Uh oh,” I mumbled.
    Kellen grinned. “Now what’s wrong with you?”
    “I wasn’t supposed to tell you she knew, I guess.” I dropped my phone on the table, already sick of the conversation with her. “So what’s your problem?”
    “Same as her. I didn’t want her to know.”
    “Why not?”
    He shrugged, glancing again at my phone on the table. It was silent. For now. “I wasn’t 100% planning on doing it.”
    “Uh oh,” I repeated.
    “Yeah.”
    “Why not? Why’d you ask permission if you weren’t going to do it?”
    Kellen looked over his shoulder to check for my dad. “I wanted to see if he’d let me.”
    “Kellen, of course he’d let you!”
    My phone beeped.
    God, he is so hot! Does he look hot? What is he doing?
    I glanced at Kellen. He was staring into the distance, out the window looking rugged, thoughtful and, yes, hot.
    He’s picking his teeth with a straw. It’s gross.
    He could be picking his butt with a broom and it’d still be HOT!
    I frowned.
    Sick. And kind of gay. I’m telling him you think it’s hot that he’s gay.
    I WILL KILL YOU!!!
    I smiled with satisfaction as I put away my phone. It continued to beep angrily in my pocket but I ignored it.
    “Not talking to her anymore?” Kellen asked.
    Finally my dad was coming back to our table. I gave him a weird look, but he waved his hand dismissively.
    Don’t ask, got it.
    “No, it gets boring after a while,” I answered Kellen. “She goes on and on about the same thing.”
    “That’s one of the reasons I wasn’t planning to ask her out. I don’t know what we’d talk about.”
    “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think she’s all that interested in talking to you.”
    “Laney?” dad asked, picking up on our conversation instantly.
    I nodded, noticing how Kellen didn’t look at dad when he sat down. He kept his eyes trained on the salt shaker in the center of the table.
    “I was surprised you wanted to take her out, Kellen,” dad agreed. “Don’t misunderstand me. My daughter is a beautiful, sweet—“
    “Eh,” I disagreed.
    “Smart, energetic girl, but you two really don’t have much in common. You’ve never spent any real time together. Not like you and Jenna.”
    Kellen grinned slightly. “If only Jenna were Laney’s age.”
    “What?” I asked, shocked.
    “Now that I could get behind,” dad said heartily.
    I blushed fiercely but thankfully the waitress chose that moment to show up with our food. When she was gone, dad scowled at his plate.
    “This is not what I ordered.”
    “No, but it’s what we ordered for you,” I said, digging in.
    “What is it? The heart attack platter?”
    “I don’t think they advertise it as that, but yeah,” Kellen said. He was carefully picking through his omelet, avoiding the not so small mushrooms.
    “Jenna, I know at your age you can’t appreciate this, but I’m trying to eat better