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our hearts. That should be enough.
    It should be.
    As I press down the hall, I nearly collide with a guy coming theother way. He puts his hands out to catch me before I crash headlong into his chest.
    “Watch it,” he says, grabbing my arms to push me away. The annoyance that flashes in his eyes disappears in a heartbeat. “On second thought, you can run into me anytime.” He is close enough that I smell his breath, a blast of peppermint Altoids.
    “You can let go now.” I give him the stare that has chased away a hundred boys.
    He doesn’t move. “I could.”
    I back up, breaking the contact. He wears a long-sleeved tee that says “Dog Is Truth” and black swim trunks. His brown hair holds a hint of red that’s probably more pronounced in better light. He’s cute in a nonthreatening way that would be perfect for the Disney Channel. I recognize him immediately, since he caused a stir of his own when he started at McHenry at the beginning of the year. Drew Mattingly, a senior who keeps to himself despite the best efforts of McHenry’s finest.
    He laughs, crossing his arms across his chest.
    “Did I miss something?”
    “It’s just that I came here to be alone, and I’m suddenly very glad that I’m not.”
    “You came here on purpose?” The hallway is dark and narrow. This is not the kind of place people come to hang out.
    “That’s the beauty of this place. No one thinks to come here.”
    “Except I’m here.”
    “Beautiful girls are always welcome in my world.” He smiles again.
    Save it for someone who hasn’t figured out the algebraic equationfor adultery: good looks plus false charm equals betrayal. “Has that line ever worked?”
    He puts his hand over his heart. “You wound me.”
    “You’ll recover.”
    He grins easily. “Maybe.”
    “Trust me, if I wanted to hurt you, I could.” Six years of judo did not go to waste. “What are you doing here anyway?”
    “I have a standing date with a small study room down the hall.”
    Okay, Drew doesn’t look like the type that hangs out in libraries, period. He’s got a tan that suggests he spends a lot of time outdoors and his arms have definition that only comes from lots of physical activity. Why don’t I know more about him? “I haven’t seen you around much.”
    “Maybe it’s because I’ve been hiding in the library so I can use the free Wi-Fi to connect with my friends at home.”
    Okay, that’s kind of pathetic. And just the slightest bit endearing. The rumor is that Drew moved here from San Jose over the summer, and I’m guessing he still considers San Jose home. “You don’t have friends here yet?”
    He shrugs. “What’s the point? I’ve got enough credits to graduate in December anyway. It was bad enough saying good-bye to one set of friends when we moved down here. I’m Andrew Mattingly by the way. I go by Drew.”
    I understand him completely. Good-byes bite. But only if you let yourself get too close. I smile before I can think to stop myself. “I know who you are. I’m Berry.”
    “I know who you are.”
    “You do?”
    He shakes his head, like I’ve just said something stupid. “Pretty girl with an attitude and a reputation for beating guys up? You might be the one person in this school I don’t mind meeting.”
    My face gets warm. “For the record, I haven’t beat anyone up since the sixth grade, and that was only because Mark Holberg hit on my best friend.” I don’t mention the fact that I got kicked out of my dojo as a result. I never understood that one. What was the point of teaching someone how to take out a knee if you weren’t actually allowed to do it?
    “Did you really mace some guy at a party?”
    “Does no one have a life at this school? That was three years ago.”
    He laughs. “Don’t worry. I think it’s hot.”
    My cheeks burn with a combination of embarrassment and something I’m afraid to put my finger on. “You have some issues, don’t you?”
    “I’m the one with