books,â Angelita observed.
âIâve got a lot of catching up to do,â Kennin said, shoving several thick textbooks into the backpack.
âSince when do you care about catching up?â Angelita asked.
Kennin held her with those piercing dark eyes, and for a moment Angelita worried that sheâd made him angry. But then he grinned. âDonât believe everything your brother says about me.â
âOh?â Angelita said. âAnd what do you think he says?â
âThat Iâm some kind of goof-off slacker.â
âIn school, or life in general?â she teased.
âWhat do you think?â Kennin asked.
âMaybe thatâs not what my brother says,â Angelita said. She heard the teasing lilt in her voice but was unable tostop herself. Whenever they were alone and talking like this, it just seemed to happen naturally.
Suddenly Kennin hung his head, and the mood changed. âIâm still really sorry about the car. I mean it.â
Angelita understood. But as much as she missed the 240 SX, she missed his lighthearted banter even more.
âIt wasnât your fault,â she said.
He lifted his head. âAny idea what would cause the wheel to break like that?â
She shook her head. âIâve stayed up more than one night wondering.â
For a moment they were both lost in thought. Kennin suspected that she was thinking back to the day of the crash. Earlier at school things had been tense. In the band room, it seemed like Kennin had blown her off for Mariel, but later heâd said that things werenât what theyâd seemed. And then, just before the last tsuiso, theyâd kissed. And that, except for the visit to the hospital, was the last time sheâd seen him.
Kennin broke the silence. âSo I hear youâre graduating in December.â
The lines between her eyes deepened. Sheâd only decided a few days before. âTito told you?â
âYeah.â
âIf I declare residency there I can qualify for the in-state tuition. Itâs the only way I can afford to go.â
âThen you should do it,â Kennin said. âCaliforniaâs gotone of the best state university systems in the country.â
Angelita nodded. They both knew it was the right thing to do, but part of her wished heâd ask her not to go. But if he did ask, what would she do?
5
Kennin got to the cafeteria that he realized he had another problem. As long as he was on crutches, there was no way to carry a lunch tray. He glanced at his regular table near the window. Tito wasnât there.
âYou look puzzled.â Mariel appeared out of the crowd wearing a loose white blouse and tight jeans. She gave him her coyest smile.
âTrying to figure out how to get lunch,â he replied.
âSimple,â Mariel said. âIâll get it for you.â
Kennin looked at the table where Chris Craven and the other gearheads normally sat. While Chris usually didnât sit with Mariel at lunch, Kennin had a feeling the guy wouldnât be too keen on seeing them together. But Chris wasnât with the gearheads.
Tito was.
âIf youâre looking for Chris, heâs not here today,âMariel said. âNot that it would make any difference.â
âSo youâve said before,â Kennin replied. He was actually more curious about what Tito was doing at the gear-head table. âOnly it seems sometimes that Chris would disagree.â
âThat Iâm helping an injured person get lunch?â Mariel said innocently.
Was it strange to see Tito sitting with the gearheads? He was definitely friendly with some of them, like Mutt and Megs, but then there was Ian, who had a major problem with anyone who wasnât Anglo.
âHello?â Mariel said.
Kennin looked back at her.
âSo what were you planning on having?â she asked.
âThey serving fries today?â Kennin asked.
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