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Horizon High and Shale Creek College for the disco. Those were the only two high schools for fifty kilometers and even with the hundred odd students present, the venue seemed to yawn with excess space. But the D. J knew what he was doing, and his beats were whipping up some decent atmosphere.
    But for once, the music was the second to last thing on Hunter’s mind: Callie had his complete attention. She looked incredible. Her figure-hugging black dress was skimming over curves Hunter hadn’t even known that she had. When she’d walked out of her front door, she’d looked like a film clip in motion.
    Ryan dropped his chin into his hands on the edge of the table, and the cheap white tablecloth slid a little. ‘Do you know how many times tonight I’ve thought about going over there and making her put her flannie on over that damn dress?’ He sat up and looked at Hunter, the picture of misery. ‘The only reason I haven’t is because, well… I’d probably tear it back off a second later.’
    Hunter laughed and high-fived him, thinking of how he’d had to stare straight ahead on the road when Callie had climbed into his Torana and her skirt had hiked up a few inches along her olive thigh. ‘My sentiments exactly man. What are we supposed to do?’ Even as he asked the question, he risked another peek down to the opposite end of the table, where Callie was talking to Marnie Winters, gesticulating about something. Marnie was the only girl in school who Callie had ever been friendly with; sometimes they went into town shopping together (album shopping of course, never shoes like all the other chicks) and sometimes they went to the gorge as a foursome. They weren’t best friends in any traditional sense, but it was as close to having a best girl friend that Callie was ever apparently going to get.
    ‘We should go find Mr Falcon, remember him? He taught us Sex-Ed in grade seven and gave out those pamphlets on what to do when you start noticing changes in your girl friend’s bodies?’ Ryan joked. During that sentence, his eyes slid to Callie and then guiltily away three times.
    Hunter snorted. ‘You mean, the ones about growing hair, down there and how to handle a wet dream?’
    Ryan’s eyes flickered to Callie again. ‘Yep. Think I’m definitely gonna need some help with the second part after tonight.’ He glanced at Hunter. ‘But you’re still pre-occupied with trying to grow hairs, right?’
    Hunter smacked him over the back of the head. ‘Asshole. Puberty or not, this isn’t right man. We can’t sit here ogling her and I do not want to dream about her that way. Which I will if it’s on my mind when I go to sleep later!’
    Ryan glanced at him. ‘You mean, you’ve never…?’
    Hunter felt his face grow even hotter. He and Ryan shared everything. He was certain that they didn’t have two ends of a secret between them. They’d discussed it all; porn, dreams, ambitions, crushes, fears… but they’d never discussed Callie. Never ever. ‘She might have made a cameo appearance once or twice…’ he hedged, sitting back down and turning his body towards Ryan’s. ‘But I’ve never lusted after her. I knew she was pretty but tonight, she looks-’
    ‘Beautiful,’ There was a distinct note of veneration within Ryan’s eyes- the blue seemed to flash more brightly yet more softly. ‘That was the first word that came to mind when I first saw her at the gorge that day; Beautiful. In that red swimsuit, with that black hair, she reminded me of Snow White- okay a Mediterannean Snow White but still…’
    Hunter was caught off-guard by that admission. ‘Damn, you look like you’re talking up a balcony. You’re not in love with her or anything, are you? Because if she found out-’
    But Ryan rolled his eyes. ‘Look Callie’s my best friend and I am perfectly happy to keep it that way.’ He gestured across the room. ‘But a guy can dream, and she does not have to know about it.’
    ‘Agreed.’ Hunter