Nick gestured at his twin. “I’m pretty sure he has French last period.”
“Oh yeah.” I felt a little jolt go through me, because Charliedidhave French next, while Luke had history. And the two buildings, Knowles and Buck, were nowhere near each other. Charlie was going to be late to class, so he could walk Luke to his.
Huh, I thought.
Nick flicked Cherry Bomb’s bell, getting ready to take off. “Do you want me to come pick you up?”
My heart flipped, but I shook my head. “No, that’s okay. Mrs. Collings will probably let us out late.”
“I’ll still come.”
“Only if you want.” I smiled, now walking backward down the CSC’s pathway. “Thanks for the ride, Nicholas.”
He rang the bell again. “Anything for you, Morgan.”
CHAPTER 6
CHARLIE
“When’s a good time to work on this?” Lukeasked as we trekked to our last stops of the day.
Mr. Magnusson had assigned us a project for English. “I want you to create a map of one of the texts we’ve read so far,” he’d explained, “and then write a brief essay that discusses how your map enlightens that text.” It was a cryptic assignment, but I knew Luke and I would think of something good.
“How about tonight?” I proposed.
“What time?”
“Anytime.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him tuck his hands into his pockets. “Would you want to do dinner?” His throat bobbed. “Pandora’s or something?”
The worddinnerrang a bell. “Oh, wait,” I said. “Dinnertime’s a no-go. Dove and I are getting dumplings with some people from the musical.” Humpty Dumplings was the newest restaurant in town.
He nodded. “After, then? Eight?”
I hesitated.
“Okay, you’re the one who suggested tonight…”
“No,” I said quickly. “We can do eight. Sounds good.”
“But you clearly have something going on at eight.”
I sighed. “One of my favorite shows premieres tonight, that’s all.”
Luke glanced at me, an eyebrow raised.What show?
“Survivor.”
He shook his head. “Nope. No way. You donotwatchSurvivor.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I do. It’s great!”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I reached over to shove him. But when he lost his footing on Belmont Way’s cobblestones, I grabbed his sleeve so he didn’t totally eat it.
We looked at each other, neither of us blinking until Luke spoke. I was suddenly very aware that I hadn’t let go of his arm yet. My chest ached. “I didn’t know that show was still relevant,” he said drily. “When did we time-travel back to 2005?”
