e running back crumpled the receipt in his fist and held up his other hand. “I swear on this receipt for bubble gum and razor blades that I saw Parker Buchanan put his hand up your girlfriend’s skirt, and I wish I’d had your binoculars.”

“See you at practice in August, Vader,” the tackle called through the window. “Good luck with your stalking.”

“Staking!” said the punter. ey moved across the parking lot and stopped at the next truck with an open window. ey were probably telling the people inside that they’d seen Parker Buchanan with his hand up Adam Vader’s girlfriend’s skirt. Or, they were telling the people inside that they’d lied to me about this, and now they had a bet on how fast I got myself arrested.

“Do you believe them?” McGillicuddy asked quietly.

“Of course not,” I muttered. “They’re just trying to get a rise out of me. They’re worse than Sean.” Untrue. Nobody was worse than Sean. They were pretty bad, though.

“Why? Do you believe them?”

“She was wearing a miniskirt when she left the house,” McGillicuddy said. “I noticed this uneasily.” I turned to look at him again. Despite his size, usually he appeared friendly, like Lori, his face honest and open. At the moment, with his blond brows down and his eyes fixed on the empty lobby, he looked like murder.

“We’d better go.” I bailed out the driver’s side door at the same time McGillicuddy stepped to the ground on the passenger side.

I made sure McGillicuddy had caught up with me and was hulking behind me before I approached the guy manning the ticket booth. “Let me in for just a second.” Ticket guy looked me up and down. “No way, Vader. Pay up like everybody else.”

“All I have to do is beat the shit out of the dude my girlfriend is with,” I said, “and then I’ll leave. Promise.” Ticket guy narrowed his eyes at me. “Who’s the dude?”

“Parker Buchanan,” I said.

“My girlfriend loves Parker Buchanan,” ticket guy said in a high voice that I hoped was supposed to be his girlfriend. “She thinks Parker is the shit. I am sick of hearing about Parker.” He looked over his shoulder at the door into the theater, then turned back to me. “If I let you in, you have to wait a few minutes before you stick it to him. I need time to get up to the projection booth so I can watch.”

I nodded, then pushed through the door into the lobby. McGillicuddy followed right behind me. I thought for a second that ticket guy would say something about McGillicuddy getting in free, too. en McGillicuddy shot him the scary Gestapo look. I was a little frightened myself. I hadn’t seen that look since we played World War II.

Ticket guy disappeared up the staircase to the projection booth. I counted to thirty, nodded to McGillicuddy, and jerked open the door to the theater.

For a few seconds, I was blind in the dark. I averted my eyes from the movie screen. Gradually the silhouettes of seats and shoulders materialized, black on black. I stayed at the back of the theater, surveying the crowd.

Luckily, because it was convenient, or unluckily, because it did not bode well for Lori being on a fake date rather than on a real one, she and Parker were in the back row.

I could see right away that they weren’t making out. She sprawled across her seat with one leg tucked under her and the other knee hooked over the armrest. She’d hung around boys too long. I knew this and she knew this, but I wasn’t sure Parker knew it. If he looked where I was looking, he’d get a glimpse of the gaping hole in Lori’s skirt, which her thighs should have blocked. And he must have been as turned on by this as I would have been if I’d sat next to her, because his arm was draped around her shoulders.

I took a few steps forward until I was even with the back row and called, “Parker.”

He looked over at me, startled. Lori did too, and when her eyes slid to McGillicuddy, her mouth fell open.

“Come outside with me,” I demanded. Everybody in the back third of the theater was shushing me now. ey sounded like snakes. I’d fallen into a pit of them and was fighting my way out, getting madder every second Parker sat there with his arm around my girlfriend.

“Do not go outside with him, Parker.” Lori eased her legs together as if I wouldn’t notice how she’d been sitting as long as she moved slowly enough. “is is not the plan.”

e movie was full of explosions. A helicopter chased a car between skyscrapers in Manhattan and nearly side-swiped pedestrians or took out police cars. It was so interesting that I might have been able to sit down and watch the whole movie, at least until the explosions ended and the plot started again, if it hadn’t been for Lori. Even explosions and ADHD couldn’t divert my attention from that.

“Let’s go, Parker,” I said. I didn’t care what Lori thought anymore.

9

I had never been so mad at Adam, and he had never looked so perversely hot. He scowled down at me, week-old stubble on his chin making him look older than sixteen and almost authoritative. Yet light escaped the edges of the movie projection beam, softened his features, and caught in his long eyelashes.

Determined as I was to get rid of him and go ahead with my plan, he seemed equally determined to drag Parker out of the theater and start an old-fashioned duel with him, bottle rockets at twenty paces. I mean, he seemed really determined and confident, like he was finally comfortable with his newly broad, tall body and anxious for another chance to try it out.

I glanced over at Parker. When I’d called him about this date, he’d sounded excited about the prospect of seeing new popular venues in our town (movie theater! bowling alley! tennis court! that was pretty much it!) and meeting new people. In fact, he’d sounded a little too excited. And the entire half hour our fake date had lasted so far, he’d been a perfect gentleman. If you want to know the truth, I was a little disappointed.

Now, confronted with an angry boyfriend, which according to legend was a situation Parker was all too familiar with, he shrank into the red velveteen seat. He must have been caught off guard. Any second now, he would spring into action. And if we went outside the theater like Adam wanted, I was afraid someone would get hurt.

I had no choice. e longer Adam stood there (with my traitor brother behind him) grumbling at us in a threatening tone, the larger a fraction of the audience would turn around and stare unabashedly at us, just as the back ten rows were doing now. In about thirty seconds, somebody would snitch to the rent-a-cop the theater employed as a security guard and bouncer for unruly tween boys who threw bite-size candies at the screen.

“Pardon,” I said to Parker as I reached back to remove his arm from around my shoulders. “Sorry,” I murmured to the couple I slid past in the row. “I can’t believe you,” I whispered to Adam as I stepped into the aisle.

I was so furious with him. But the theater was dark, and I was close to him for the first time in almost a week, if you didn’t count standing next to him on the dock yesterday and getting clobbered with his football pass. My skin tingled with awareness as I came within inches of him, and the hair on my arms stood up. I almost looked forward to the opportunity to tell him off.

I stopped when I reached my brother blocking the aisle. He actually looked angry at me. He was never angry at me. But no—his angry expression was directed past me, at Parker. None of this made any sense. Adam might have gotten dragged into my plan kicking and screaming, but the plan with Parker was McGillicuddy pre-approved!

McGillicuddy and I had discussed it!

I waited for Parker to catch up with me. Adam fell in behind us as if he and McGillicuddy were our jailers. With Parker’s reputation, I figured he probably got hauled into fake-boyfriend status every day of the week. Each weekend he probably really stole someone’s girlfriend. He could handle himself with Adam, I was sure. But I hadn’t prepared him for this level of rudeness from Adam. I took Parker’s hand.

Strangely, he refused my hand. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it sure seemed to me like my hand chased his hand back and forth around his hip, and his hand conducted evasive maneuvers. I knew he did not find me so loathsome that he would refuse to touch me—he’d just had his arm around me, after all. Perhaps he needed the barrier of clothing. Perhaps he didn’t want to hold my hand in front of Adam. Maybe he knew it would hurt Adam’s feelings. Maybe he was scared of Adam. But none of these things was part of the Parker I knew by reputation.

So I walked up the aisle and through the bright lobby by myself, rejected from holding Parker’s hand, wishing I were holding Adam’s. It occurred to me that this sort of teen intrigue was exactly what I’d always dreamed about as a tomboy tween paging longingly through fashion magazines that might as well have been written in Russian, as much as I understood about hobo bags and ankle boots.

“Vader!” called the movie worker standing in the doorway of the stairs up to the projection booth. “You didn’t beat the shit out of him. You owe me your admission fee.”

“I was in there for two minutes,” Adam said through his teeth.

“That wasn’t the agreement,” said the movie worker.

I truly hoped the movie worker would get a clue and shut up soon. Adam seemed to grow taller and broader every second, and I wouldn’t have put it past him to sock Parker right there, if that was the deal Adam had arranged with the movie worker, and then to sock the movie worker for good measure.

“How long is the movie?” McGillicuddy snapped.

“An hour and forty-five minutes.”

“Then he owes you seventeen cents,” McGillicuddy concluded, ever the engineering major, even when he was completely off his rocker. “Lori, give him seventeen cents.”

“There were two of you in there,” the movie worker protested. “That’s…” He took way too long to add seventeen and seventeen.

“irty-four,” I helped him out. “But Parker and I paid full price, and we were only in there for…” I pulled out the new cell phone my dad insisted I spend my birthday money on before I went on a date anywhere with anybody. I glanced at the time. “Fifteen minutes. So you actually owe us…”

“Fifteen dollars and nine cents.”

I started to grin at McGillicuddy for this brilliant bit of figuring. Then I realized the voice hadn’t come from McGillicuddy. It had come from Parker.

My astonishment at bad boy Parker letting loose with this nerd-bomb was exceeded only by Adam suddenly shouting, “LET’S GO!”

e four of us walked all the way across the parking lot. When we got close to my dad’s car, I saw that Adam had parked right in front of it. He’d pulled up so close that the bumpers were within a millimeter of touching, because Adam was like that.

I turned to McGillicuddy and said, “I need to talk to Adam alone.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“e alternative is for Adam to get in a fistfight with Parker here in the parking lot. at is assault. You will have aided and abetted him by coming into the movie theater and dragging Parker out of there. How is that going to look on your job application to NASA?”

“Well…”

“Didn’t you say Adam and I could talk as long as you didn’t see it?”

He gestured to Adam’s truck, looking ill. “Go ahead.” He said something to Parker and folded his arms while Parker climbed into the front seat of my dad’s car. en my brother slid onto the hood of Adam’s truck with his feet on the bumper and stared Parker down. My brother had never acted like this before, except when we were kids playing war and the boys next door made him be the evil German.

I turned to Adam. “Get in,” I said as forcefully as I could. I climbed through the unlocked door of his truck, into the driver’s seat. I’d been in the driver’s seat all night, and it made me feel more in control of my little teenage life careening down the toilet. I wasn’t ready to give up that control now—especially in the face of Adam’s anger. I cranked the engine with the keys he’d left in the ignition and hit the buttons to close the windows. Bad enough that everyone in this town between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one could see us have this argument. I didn’t want them to hear it, too.

Adam rounded the truck and slid into the passenger side. Except for our positions on the seat being reversed, we’d sat exactly like this lots of times a couple of weeks ago, when we were only pretending to like each other. I wanted to do that with Adam again. I was trying to get us back there, and he’d sabotaged me half an hour in!

e second he closed the door behind him, I hollered, “What part of ‘I’m pretending to go out with someone worse so my dad will let me date you’ don’t you understand?”

He swung his head around at me, pinning me against the seat with his light blue eyes full of anger. “The part where Parker Buchanan puts his hand up your skirt.” I laughed because it was funny. It was something you would hear about a slutty girl in ninth grade or a popular girl in eleventh. I was neither.

Then I stopped laughing. Adam obviously believed this had happened. Where in God’s name had he gotten this idea?

I leaned forward and said carefully, “Adam. You saw Parker and me when you so rudely interrupted our fake date just now. He did not have his hand up my skirt. And you did not give us a lot of warning that you were coming, so I would not have had time to remove his hand from my nether region. Honestly!” I blushed at the very idea of doing this in a movie theater.

“Not in the theater. In the lobby.” Adam’s words were still closed and angry, but the fire in his eyes had cooled a few degrees. Possibly he was realizing that he was—gasp




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