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an undercurrent of magic in her mother. She was known to glance at her phone the moment before it rang. She could lose her keys and spend several minutes searching, only to make them appear on the counter, which had been empty before. She could walk into a room and inexplicably smell roses—and if Angie surveyed the past, she would find a wedding had taken place decades ago.
    Her mother rarely noticed the subtle influence and extra perception just beyond her control. Maybe that explained why talking to her about non-magic things came so easily. She never pretended to understand the magic, so when she did understand about other problems in Angie’s life, it felt genuine.
    Another car pulled up along the drop-off lane. Angie drew back. She realized she had been standing in the middle of the parking lot for way too long. Had David been watching her this whole time? She couldn’t bear the idea of looking around to find out, and instead kept her gaze fixed on the parking lines. They slashed across the ground in bright white contrast to the smooth black pavement. She avoided stepping on any of them, counting out her footfalls as she walked and really wishing she had packed cookies in her lunch today. Not that counting her footsteps or eating cookies would block out her thoughts about David. Could anything? Every other thought she had bounced back to him, and something told her that all the time in the world wouldn’t change that. Her stomach twisted up in knots. He was probably still atthe gate—unless he wasn’t waiting for her, after all. Maybe he was waiting for a basketball buddy. Oh, who are you kidding, she thought. He asked you to prom. He’s absolutely waiting for you.
    She swallowed drily, ending the torture in her mind and looking up to see for herself.
    He was still waiting at the gate. And he wasn’t even pretending not to look at her.
    She felt heat sweep up her cheeks. Why was she so forever drawn to him? Why had she felt magnetism the moment she had laid eyes on him? She remembered seeing him for the first time. First and second graders shared recess at their elementary school, and there he had been, his head tilted, his enormous blue eyes taking up half of his round little face. At the sight of her his brows had furrowed. She could see the space where his two front teeth had once been as he said, “I had a dream about you .”
    She shoved back the memory.
    If only she could still trust her decisions when it came to him. It used to be effortless, but now whatever she did seemed like the wrong move. Ultimately, she couldn’t get past the fact that he and Kaitlyn had kissed. They had kissed. Kaitlyn’s arms were around him, feeling and touching him like she had every right to. The thought turned Angie’s stomach.
    She reached him and everything seemed to slow, even her heartbeat. He straightened, shoving his hair to the side. Angie recognized the wordless current that existed between them, an energy that made her do things like glance at his lips before looking into his eyes. For the past month, the only logical thing to do was avoid him.
    Going to prom was bound to complicate things.
    “Hey, angel,” he murmured.
    Angie swallowed hard at the use of the old nickname. She had told him not to call her that anymore.
    “Angie,” he corrected, clearing his throat.
    “Hi,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. He was a junior,and the parking lot was near his first period class. Up until today he had stopped showing up near the drop-off line to walk with her.
    “I thought we agreed on one date,” she said. “This feels a little more like—”
    “I know,” he said, falling in step beside her. “I just thought since we’re going to prom you’d consider changing your mind about never wanting to see me again.”
    She bit back a smile. “I guess you could say that.”
    They slowed to a stop in front of her first period class. His gaze became serious. “It’s too soon. I know it. I knew it this