his comment. This time the teacher wasnât there to cut him off.
âWeird, huh?â And then the question that Violet was almost afraid to ask came tumbling from between her cursedly loose lips. âSo, are you gonna call her?â
She tried not to care about the answer, and she concentrated on keeping an indifferent look on her face.
âNah. Iâm not really interested.â
Violet was stunned and a little afraid that her mouth might actually be hanging open. âWhy? Why wouldnât you want to go out with Lissie Adams ?â She was amazed that she sounded like she was trying to talk him into calling the popular senior, but she couldnât seem to stop herself. She couldnât understand why any boy wouldnât want to date Lissie.
He just shrugged. âIâm just not.â And then he asked the question that Violet was most afraid of. âWhy do you care if I call her?â
âI donât,â she lied. âIâm just surprised. I thought you wouldâve called her already.â
âHey, did you hear about Brad Miller?â he asked, already forgetting about the Lissie conversation. âHe got his car taken away for getting another speeding ticket. Of course he tried to tell his parents that it was a setup.â
Violet laughed. âYeah, because the police have nothing better to do than to plan a sting operation targeting eleventh-grade idiots.â She was more than willing to go along with this diversion from conversations about Jay and his many admirers.
Jay laughed too, shaking his head. âYouâre so cold-hearted,â he said to Violet, shoving her a little but playing along. âHowâs he supposed to go cruising for unsuspecting freshmen and sophomores without a car? What willing girl is going to ride on the handlebars of his ten-speed?â
âI donât see you driving anything but your momâs car yet.At least he has a bike,â she said, turning on him now.
He pushed her again. âHey!â he tried to defend himself. âIâm still saving! Not all of us are born with a silver spoon in our mouths.â
They were both laughing, hard now. The silver spoon joke had been used before, whenever one of them had something the other one didnât.
âRight!â Violet protested. âHave you seen my car?â This time she shoved him, and a full-scale war broke out on the couch.
âPoor little rich girl!â Jay accused, grabbing her arm and pulling her down.
She giggled and tried to give him the dreaded âdead legâ by hitting him with her knuckle in the thigh. But he was too strong, and what used to be a fairly even matchup was now more like an annihilation of Violetâs side.
âOh, yeah. Werenât you the oneââshe gasped, still giggling and thrashing to break free from his suddenly way-too-strong grip on her, just as his hand was almost at the sensitive spot along the side of her rib cageââwho got to go to Hawaiiâ¦.â She bucked beneath him, trying to knock him off her. ââ¦For spring breakâ¦lastâ¦â And then he started to tickle her while she was pinned beneath him, and her last word came out in a scream: â⦠YEAR?! â
That was how her aunt and uncle found them.
Violet never heard the key in the dead bolt, or the sound of the door opening up. And Jay was just as ignorant of their arrival as she was. So when they were caught like that, in amass of tangled limbs, with Jayâs face just inches from hers, as she giggled and squirmed against him, it should have meant they were going to get in trouble. And if it had been any other teenage boy and girl, they would have.
But it wasnât another couple. It was Violet and Jayâ¦and this was business as usual for the two of them.
Even her aunt and uncle knew that there was no possibility they were doing anything they shouldnât. The only reprimand they got