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I can protest, he’s on his feet. No time to argue. At least I don’t think there’s time.
    I’m on the verge of power walking, and Noah grabs my arm, slowing me down. “What’s the rush? If you’re already late, you’re already late, right?”
    “I promised I’d spend the day with her. If she doesn’t make varsity this year, Coach will cut her from the team. I can’t let that happen.”
    Noah cocks his head to the side. “And you’ve only just thought about her now? It’s six thirty.”
    Damn, damn, damn. I’m officially the worst best friend on the planet. “I have to get my phone. Now!”
    He laughs. “You’re cute when you’re frazzled.”
    I shake off the comment and jog toward the locker room. He starts to follow me in, but I spin around to face him. He bumps into me and our faces are only inches apart for the second time today. “What are you doing?”
    “Right. Girls’ locker room. I’ll wait here.” He doesn’t move away at all. He’s testing me, trying to see how far I’ll let this go. But he stays true to his word. He’s not making a move to kiss me, even though it would only require moving about a quarter of an inch.
    I step back, not breathing.
    “Change your mind?” His stare couldn’t be more intense, and I’m not sure if he’s talking about calling Grayson or kissing him.
    “No,” I say, answering both questions. I turn and head for my locker. I shove four quarters into the slot and pull the door open. Grabbing my phone, I see I have six text messages and three missed calls.
    Grayson: Meet you in five, running a little late.
    Grayson thought she was the one who was going to be late.
    Grayson: Where are you?
    Grayson: Did I get the time wrong? Calling you now.
    Ash: Almost time. Can’t wait to see you.
    My heart clenches in my chest. It’s six thirty. The Football Challenge starts at seven. I’m never going to make it. I can’t even read the rest of the texts or listen to the voicemails. I grab my clothes from the locker and put them on. I have enough money to call a cab. I’ll still be late, but I can’t miss seeing Ash play. I’ll have to make up with Grayson later. One crisis at a time.
    I rush back outside, bumping into Noah. “Oh!”
    “Sorry. What’s the hurry?”
    “I have to go. The Football Challenge starts at seven. I’m going to be late as it is.”
    “I’ll drive you.”
    Really? Would he offer to drive me to meet my boyfriend if he liked me as more than a friend? “No, I’ll take a cab. Stay. Your friends are here. I’ll be fine.”
    “Not happening.” He takes my hand, not in a boyfriend-girlfriend way. In a “we’re in a hurry” kind of way. He leads us through the crowds of people, weaving in and out of them at a brisk jog. We make it to his car, and he grabs the keys from a pocket in his bathing suit.
    “What about all your stuff? Isn’t it still in your locker?”
    “I’ll text Nathan to get it for me. There’s no time to go back for it now.”
    I can’t believe he’s dropping everything to take me to Ash. Maybe I’ve been overreacting. Maybe Noah is just looking out for me.
    “Thanks.” I buckle up and hold my cell in my lap, staring at the screen showing my missed messages. I really screwed up this time. And all for what?
    “No big deal.” He grabs a T-shirt from a bag in the back seat and puts it on. “I kind of kidnapped you today. You told me you had other plans.”
    At least he realizes he ambushed me this morning. Of course that means he also realizes I ditched my best friend and jeopardized meeting my boyfriend for him. Not good. I fidget in the seat, staring at my reflection in the window. Who am I lately? Ash tells me he loves me and here I am, not even twenty-four hours later, out with another guy. A guy I’ve had a crush on. A guy that reminds me of…
    “Are you mad at me?” Noah asks, glancing at me quickly before turning off the highway.
    “No.” I’m mad at myself.
    “Sorry if coming along today gets