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drunkenly through the parking lot. “If I
wasn’t stone cold sober, I’d think he was a figment of my sex-starved
imagination.”
    “Psshh,” I mumbled,
eyes closed, my spinning head lolling back against the headrest. “Don’t even
talk to me about sex-starved .”
    Erin grabbed my
hand and squeezed. “Aw, shit. I’m sorry, J. I forgot.”
    It had been three
weeks since my breakup, but I wasn’t about to disclose the fact that it had
been more like four weeks… maybe five, since the last time we’d been at all
intimate. I should have seen Kennedy’s lack of interest for the sign it was,
rather than giving him justifications in my head—he was busy with frat
obligations, while I fit in at least two hours of practice a day—more when I had
ensemble rehearsal. He had his straight-A grade point average to maintain, and
I had music lessons to give.
    A minute later,
Maggie piped up from the back seat. “You haven’t answered the question, Jacqueline !”
Her speech was almost as slurred as mine, my name pronounced in three distinct
syllables, like three separate words. “Who was that beautiful guy, and more
importantly, why didn’t you solve your sex-starvedness with him? Holy hell, I
think I’d be willing to boot Will outta bed for a night with him!”
    “Slut,” Erin said,
rolling her eyes into her rearview mirror.
    Maggie laughed.
“In this case… Hell. Yeah.”
    They both grew
quiet, staring at me, waiting for me to reveal who he was. I mentally sorted
through everything I knew about him. He’d saved me from Buck’s attack, which I
hadn’t told anyone about. He’d beaten the crap out of Buck, which I likewise hadn’t
told anyone. He’d stared at me all through economics on Wednesday, and then
ignored me completely on Friday, which I hadn’t told anyone. He worked at the
Starbucks. And he kept asking me if I was okay… but he hadn’t asked me that tonight.
    Tonight had been
something else altogether. By unspoken agreement, we’d danced several dances
without stopping—slow, fast, and everything in between. His hands never left my
body, triggering an upsurge of longing I’d not felt in a very long time—longer
than four or five weeks ago. His hands hadn’t wandered inappropriately, his
fingers not even teasing beneath the fabric of my top at the waist, but they’d
seared the skin beneath regardless.
    And then he
disappeared. Bending, his lips next to my ear, he thanked me for the dances,
led me back to my table, and vanished into the throng of people. I hadn’t seen
him again, and could only assume he’d left the club.
    “His name is Lucas.
He’s in my economics class. And he draws stuff.”
    Maggie began
giggling and slapped the leather seat. “He draws stuff? What kind of stuff?
Naked girls? That’s pretty much the extent of most guys’ artistic endeavors.
Usually not even whole girls. Just boobs .”
    Erin and I laughed
along with her. “I don’t know what he draws. He was just… sketching something
in class Friday. I don’t think he listened to the lecture at all.”
    “Oh no, Erin!”
Maggie leaned as far up as her seatbelt would allow. “Sounds like that god of a
man is a bad student . We know what that means for Jacqueline.”
    I frowned. “What
does it mean?”
    Erin shook her
head, smiling. “Come on, J—have you ever in your life been attracted to a bad
boy? Or a boy who’s, um, academically challenged? In other words, a boy who
isn’t—gasp!—a brainiac? ”
    My mouth fell open.
“Shut up! Are you saying I’m an intellectual snob?”
    “No! We didn’t say
you were—we don’t mean that. We just mean… you sure didn’t look indifferent to
this Lucas guy tonight, while you two danced together for like ever , and
it sounds like he’s maybe not your usual type—”
    “My only ‘type’
has been Kennedy for the past three years! Who knows what my type is?”
    “Don’t get huffy.
You know what I mean—you don’t even crush on dumb guys.”
    “Well, who