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didn’t take long for Zach Washington to
steal her attention, though, so I rolled my eyes and wandered away
to the bleachers. I spotted Lance and Dean in the distance, talking
to a couple of cheerleaders. My heart leapt to my throat. Lance
seemed to have grown taller over the summer, if that was possible.
His curly brown hair was cut shorter than usual, but it emphasized
his chiseled features. His gray t-shirt stretched across his broad
chest, and I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful male.
    He’d never be interested in someone like me,
I sighed. I was just too ordinary. Krysti was very curvy and pretty
and full of pep. Me, not so much.
    I pulled the hoodie over my head as the wind
picked up – I was far enough from the bonfire to not benefit from
the warmth. Just as I was yanking my ponytail from beneath the
sweatshirt, my phone rang. I answered, frustrated, as my eyes
strayed back to Lance.
    “ Hello?”
    “ Hey, Iz, how are you?” a
deep voice rumbled in my ear.
    My heart leapt and my stomach quivered.
“Jake!” I squealed. “How are you? Carjack anyone lately? I didn’t
think you’d ever call!”
    He chuckled. “Take a breath, angel.”
    “ Sorry,” I mumbled as my
cheeks flushed. “How are you?”
    “ Tired. I’m trying to sleep
in the back of a tour bus. It’s not easy - especially when your
band mates are goofing off a couple feet from you.” He yawned as if
proving his point. “What are you doing?”
    He did sound tired. The exhaustion in his
voice caused my heart to ache. “Sitting on the bleachers at a
stupid bonfire at school. It’s really boring.”
    “ What are you doing on the
bleachers? You should be mingling with your friends.”
    He obviously didn’t know me well. I was not
much for socializing even with people who attended boarding school
with me. “I will in a few minutes,” I promised weakly.
    “ You should. It’s your last
year of high school–you should enjoy it.” His voice was gruff and
made me wonder how long he’d been touring and if it was affecting
his throat.
    “ Are you okay, Jake? You
sound a little ragged.”
    “ Nah, I’m fine. Had to go
to an after party last night. That kind of thing gets tiring after
a while.”
    I giggled, remembering the last time he was
supposed to attend an after party. “Why didn’t you sneak off and
carjack someone?”
    “ Because I had a feeling it
wouldn’t have turned out as well as the last time,” he said. My
heart flipped as I closed my eyes to get a better view of the
images of him and me on the hood of Seth’s car. “So tell me why
you’re sitting on the bleachers and not out having fun like
everyone else?”
    “ Not everyone is having
fun,” I pointed out. “Maggie Morgan is crying – but she always
cries. She’s president of the Drama Club. And Joey and Sarah are
arguing by the drink table—probably because he’s been drinking
something stronger than soda. That’s a shame, too.”
    “ Iz,” he interrupted.
“Listen to you ramble on and on to me. Why don’t you get up and go
converse with the other people?”
    “ I don’t know what to say,”
I admitted morosely.
    “ You don’t have that
problem with me.”
    “ You’re different. You’re
easy to talk to,” I explained.
    “ Not everyone can be me,
angel,” he answered, smug.
    “ I wonder how your swollen
head fits on that bus,” I grumbled. He laughed, and it boosted my
spirits. I couldn’t help but giggle, attracting the attention of
Karen Lange and Alicia Phelps. They meandered my way and sat next
to me. Karen gave me a friendly smile in which I returned. “I have
to go. I’ll call you later, okay?”
    “ Sure, Iz. Have fun.” He
ended the call and I shoved my phone into the front pocket of my
hoodie.
    “ How was your summer,
Bella?” Karen asked.
    “ Not too eventful,” I said.
“Never usually is.”
    “ I know what you mean,” she
commiserated. “My parents were gone most of the time.”
    “ How about you, Alicia?” I
asked,