Without another word, I turn my back and start for my Jeep, wondering if he can hear how loudly he's made my heart pound.

“Okay then, see you after school, Jess. It's a date. We'll have some fun! Good luck on your afternoon final!”

He sounds like a stupid megaphone. When I don't answer and hunch my shoulders, his low laugh adds a trail of goose bumps coursing down my neck.

Autore: Anne Eliot