tomorrow,” I began. “Are we still going to Tacoma?”
“Do I have a choice?” he replied smirking. I was suddenly struck with a terrifying thought.
“We’re not going on your bike, are we?” There was no way I could handle riding on the back of Luke’s bike with my arms wrapped around his waist. Just smelling his smoky, minty goodness now was making me light-headed.
“Would that be a problem?” he asked clearly mocking me.
“Well, yes,” I stammered. “It’s just that…well…it would be…I mean, I…”
“Relax,” he said, interrupting my meltdown. “I have a car.”
“Oh. Right. Good,” I babbled ridiculously. “Not that the bike isn’t good. Just not in this instance.”
“So aside from replenishing your stash, we need to get you a new nameless flask,” he added while doodling on his notebook.
“I don’t want another flask. I want my flask,” I pouted. “It has sentimental value.” He got that same funny look on his face that I noticed in the cafeteria. I was about to ask him what was wrong when Mrs. Dupont walked in and instructed us to take out our homework and work silently. I tried to concentrate on my trig study sheet , but it was really distracting sitting next to Luke. He, however, didn’t seem to have the same problem as he worked on some chemistry report.
Ten minutes before detention was over, I heard something hit the floor next to me. Looking at the ground, there was a balled up piece of paper. I looked at Luke and he made a slight motion for me to pick it up. Luke Chambers is passing me a note? Is he going to ask me to go steady and drive to Inspiration Point, too?
I grabbed the note off the floor and slowly flattened it out. Mrs. Dupont looked up, but I carried on as if I were arranging the papers on my desk. Inside I saw what Luke’s messy handwriting looked like. The note read:
Don’t ask any questions. When it happens, do what she says and don’t act suspicious.
I was about to ask him if Cody had offered him some baked goods when I noticed he was up at Mrs. Dupont’s desk asking to go to the restroom. How was I supposed to avoid acting suspicious when I had no idea what he was talking about?
Luke had been gone for about five minutes when the deafening sound of the fire alarm ripped through the school. He wouldn’t. Would he?
Mrs. Dupont seemed to lose her hard edge and nervously ushered us out of the building and over by the football field. From where I was standing, I saw Megan and Nate running on the track. Meg was wearing a tight t-shirt and sweat pants while Nate had on loose track shorts and a tank top. I couldn’t believe I was missing all of the action. I couldn’t see Luke anywhere.
Since it was already three-thirty, Mrs. Dupont dismissed our motley little group so I headed to the track, confused by what had happened. I found Danielle and Josh sitting on the bleachers.
“It’s the badass herself,” Josh greeted, his arm slung around Danielle’s shoulder.
“That’s me,” I mused sarcastically. “So fill me in.” I looked out at the field. Meg had somehow removed her sweats and was now running in her sports bra and bike shorts. Nate was shirtless.
“It’s like some bizarre mating ritual,” Danielle began in a low voice. “They won’t stop doing laps, and they’re slowly stripping off all of their clothes. One more lap and we may have to call the cops.”
“So, is someone winning?” I asked leaning against the railing.
“I don’t think there’ll be any losers here,” Josh laughed.
“So, you got an early reprieve,” Danielle added. “We heard the alarm. Someone try to blow up the chem lab?”
“I’m not sure what happened. I think Luke might have done it, but I don’t know where he went.”
“Why would you think Luke had anything to do with it?” she asked curiously.
“He passed me the most ridiculous note. I swear he watches too many spy movies because it was way too cryptic.”
“Wait,” she interrupted
“Do I have a choice?” he replied smirking. I was suddenly struck with a terrifying thought.
“We’re not going on your bike, are we?” There was no way I could handle riding on the back of Luke’s bike with my arms wrapped around his waist. Just smelling his smoky, minty goodness now was making me light-headed.
“Would that be a problem?” he asked clearly mocking me.
“Well, yes,” I stammered. “It’s just that…well…it would be…I mean, I…”
“Relax,” he said, interrupting my meltdown. “I have a car.”
“Oh. Right. Good,” I babbled ridiculously. “Not that the bike isn’t good. Just not in this instance.”
“So aside from replenishing your stash, we need to get you a new nameless flask,” he added while doodling on his notebook.
“I don’t want another flask. I want my flask,” I pouted. “It has sentimental value.” He got that same funny look on his face that I noticed in the cafeteria. I was about to ask him what was wrong when Mrs. Dupont walked in and instructed us to take out our homework and work silently. I tried to concentrate on my trig study sheet , but it was really distracting sitting next to Luke. He, however, didn’t seem to have the same problem as he worked on some chemistry report.
Ten minutes before detention was over, I heard something hit the floor next to me. Looking at the ground, there was a balled up piece of paper. I looked at Luke and he made a slight motion for me to pick it up. Luke Chambers is passing me a note? Is he going to ask me to go steady and drive to Inspiration Point, too?
I grabbed the note off the floor and slowly flattened it out. Mrs. Dupont looked up, but I carried on as if I were arranging the papers on my desk. Inside I saw what Luke’s messy handwriting looked like. The note read:
Don’t ask any questions. When it happens, do what she says and don’t act suspicious.
I was about to ask him if Cody had offered him some baked goods when I noticed he was up at Mrs. Dupont’s desk asking to go to the restroom. How was I supposed to avoid acting suspicious when I had no idea what he was talking about?
Luke had been gone for about five minutes when the deafening sound of the fire alarm ripped through the school. He wouldn’t. Would he?
Mrs. Dupont seemed to lose her hard edge and nervously ushered us out of the building and over by the football field. From where I was standing, I saw Megan and Nate running on the track. Meg was wearing a tight t-shirt and sweat pants while Nate had on loose track shorts and a tank top. I couldn’t believe I was missing all of the action. I couldn’t see Luke anywhere.
Since it was already three-thirty, Mrs. Dupont dismissed our motley little group so I headed to the track, confused by what had happened. I found Danielle and Josh sitting on the bleachers.
“It’s the badass herself,” Josh greeted, his arm slung around Danielle’s shoulder.
“That’s me,” I mused sarcastically. “So fill me in.” I looked out at the field. Meg had somehow removed her sweats and was now running in her sports bra and bike shorts. Nate was shirtless.
“It’s like some bizarre mating ritual,” Danielle began in a low voice. “They won’t stop doing laps, and they’re slowly stripping off all of their clothes. One more lap and we may have to call the cops.”
“So, is someone winning?” I asked leaning against the railing.
“I don’t think there’ll be any losers here,” Josh laughed.
“So, you got an early reprieve,” Danielle added. “We heard the alarm. Someone try to blow up the chem lab?”
“I’m not sure what happened. I think Luke might have done it, but I don’t know where he went.”
“Why would you think Luke had anything to do with it?” she asked curiously.
“He passed me the most ridiculous note. I swear he watches too many spy movies because it was way too cryptic.”
“Wait,” she interrupted
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