I slammed my locker as James came over. “What’s that?” He pointed to the note.
“Nothing.” I chucked it into a trashcan and we started down the hall silently. It was beginning to appear that we had nothing in common but kissing. “So what’s new with you today?” I asked him. I didn’t like the silence; it was letting me think about Stephen.
“Huh? Oh, um nothing really. So who was the note from?” His voice was serious, his eyes sparkling, and yet there was the smirk.
“First you have to tell me what’s so funny.” I ordered.
“What are you talking about? I always look like this.”
“That’s the thing. It always seems that you know something funny that I don’t.” I turned my head so he couldn’t see my cheeks reddening.
“Babe, do you really think I wouldn’t tell you something?” I didn’t answer. “Well then again, I guess you don’t know that much about me so…”
“So…what?”
“I guess we could talk.”
“You mean talk or…”
“I mean talk. How about at lunch today? I’ve got a secret place.”
“Sure.”
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