“What about her?” Laurel asked.

“I made . . . first contact, I guess. Walked her home the other day.”

“Oh. Good, good,” Laurel said, feeling strangely exposed, sitting in Tamani’s convertible in the school parking lot. She glanced up at the front doors and spotted David, waiting at the top of the steps. His meeting must have gotten out a bit early. He was looking at the car, and after a moment, headed toward them, covering the short distance quickly.

“So I’ll keep working on that and hopefully she’ll start to warm up to you. . . .” Tamani’s voice trailed off and his eyes focused on something above Laurel’s head.

Laurel shifted and met David’s eyes, his smile a little tight. “Can I get that for you?” he asked, swinging her car door open.

“Sure, thanks,” Laurel said, shouldering her bag and stepping out.

“I didn’t know you needed a ride,” David said, his eyes darting between her and Tamani. “You could have called me.”

“You had a meeting,” Laurel said, shrugging. “I figured we could drive home this afternoon, so I walked.”

“And I just happened by,” Tamani said, his voice very cool and casual.

“I’ll bet,” David said to Tamani, putting an arm around Laurel’s shoulders and leading her away from the car.

“Laurel?” Tamani called. “So, that thing? Maybe this weekend?” He let the words roll out heavy with insinuation. David took the bait.

“What thing?” David asked, his voice decidedly tense now.

“It’s nothing,” Laurel said quietly, stepping between the two guys, hoping that if they couldn’t see each other, they would stop sniping. “He’s helping me with . . . that thing we talked about. Testing the . . . stuff.”

“Weren’t we going to study for the SATs this weekend?” David asked, sounding disappointed.

“I think she has bigger problems than your human exams.”

“Oh, come on!” Laurel hissed, her glare taking in both boys now. “What is this?”

David crossed his arms over his chest guiltily, and Tamani looked like a child caught with one hand in the cookie jar. Laurel glanced between them and lowered her voice. “Listen, we have a lot of stuff going on and the last thing I need is to be babysitting you two. So knock it off, okay?” Without another word she slammed the car door and walked quickly toward the school.

“Laurel, wait!” David called.

But she didn’t.

He caught up with her at their side-by-side lockers.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I just . . . got mad when I saw you with him. It was dumb.”

“Yeah, it was,” Laurel replied.

“I just . . . I really don’t like him here. Well, he was okay before, but now he always says hi to you when we’re together and he’s volunteering for study sessions. . . .” He grinned sheepishly. “If you recall, that’s how I lured you in once.”

“That is not what this is,” Laurel said, pushing her locker shut. “This is important and I can’t deal with your ego right now.”

“It’s not ego,” David said defensively. “We both know he wants to be more than just your sentry. I think it’s completely understandable if I’m a little upset about that.”

“You’re right,” Laurel snapped back. “If you don’t trust me, it totally is.” She turned and headed for her first class, refusing to look back.

“Boys are impossible!” Laurel huffed, dropping her backpack on the floor by the register in her mom’s store.

“Ah, music to my ears,” her mom said with a smile.

Laurel couldn’t help but smile back, even as she rolled her eyes.

“So I take it you are escaping from said boys?” her mom asked. “Does your escape plan include a little manual labor?”

“I’m always happy to help in here, Mom.” Since Laurel and her mom had straightened out their issues last year, Laurel found herself helping in her mom’s store even more than at her dad’s bookstore next door. Her mom had one part-time employee now, which made talking openly a little more difficult, but on a school day in the middle of the afternoon, the store was all theirs.

“What can I do?” Laurel asked.

“I have two boxes of new stock,” her mom said. “If we work together we can sort and talk at the same time.”

“Deal.”

They worked in silence for a while before her mom finally broached the subject. “So . . . David coming up a little short in the boyfriend department?”

“Kind of,” Laurel muttered. “Well, not really, he’s just not dealing with things very well. I told you about Tamani, right?”

“You did,” her mom said, smiling craftily, “but I suspected there was more to that story.”

“Well, sort of. He’s started interfering in our relationship a little. And David’s jealous.”

“Does he have a reason to be jealous?”

Laurel considered this, not completely sure what the answer was herself. “Maybe?”

“Is that a question?”

They both laughed and it felt like a tangible weight was lifted from Laurel’s shoulders as she shared the story with her mother.

“It sounds like you stood up for yourself really well,” her mom said. After a pause she added, “Did you guys break up?”