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didn’t say anything for a long time, and I wondered if I had made a huge mistake, that by saying I couldn’t wait he took it as an admission that the promise just didn’t mean as much to me as it did for him or that I was unable to control the desires that were constantly top-of-mind for me. “Well, we still have the promise,” was Max’s eventual reply.
    In the context of the conversation it didn’t sound like much at all. In fact it sounded like a weak way of dismissing my very real longing for him. Max pulled out of the parking lot, and with each mile I felt my heart being left in pieces behind us.
    When we got home I went to my room and cried.

Part III

9
Max
    I did okay on the dating scene my junior and senior year, I guess. I studied a lot and practiced all the time, but I was a swimmer, and girls seemed to like dudes in speedos. It wasn’t until late in my senior year that I realized that I had a reputation as a ladies man. For a guy who enjoyed marine biology and went to bed at nine o’clock, the entire concept seemed absurd, but that’s what Chuck said.
    “Look, dude, you go through girls like most guys go through condoms.”
    “Which in your case means I’ve had one long monogamous relationship.”
    Chuck punched me in the shoulder. “Very funny, Romeo. But let’s look at the facts. Rose, Alexis, Dawn, Amy.” He shook his head in an appreciative manner. “Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. I could even add a few more. You went out with Samantha and Amanda at least once. Hot and hot. Hell, the only hot girl in the class you haven’t dated is your sister.”
    “Katie isn’t hot!” I replied, hoping I sounded sincere. In my eyes she was the only hot girl in school.
    “I’d comment on Katie’s hotness, but it would only make you mad, so let me reply by saying that you would most likely have a different view if she weren’t your sister. But we have drifted off topic. I’m trying to figure out whether I admire the raw number of notches on your bedpost or whether I’m kind of worried about your inability to form a lasting relationship.” Before I could object, Chuck exclaimed, “Wait!” I turned and looked at him, and he had a shocked look on his face. “You’re not sleeping with half the girls in school to hide the fact that you’re Gay, are you?”
    Before I could object, he burst out in laughter. It was my turn to punch him. “First of all, idiot, if I were Gay there’d be nothing wrong with that. Second of all, I’m not Gay. I just haven’t found the right girl.”
    “I just want to know your secret,” Chuck finally replied when his laughter died down. I didn’t answer, as the secret wasn’t that I was making my way through the pants of every hot girl in high school. I hadn’t even French kissed any of them. The real secret was that I was looking for a girl who would be everything that Katie was.
    I hadn’t found her, and I was starting to think I never would.

10
Katie
    I loathed Dawn Greene . She was gorgeous, with long, straight, blonde hair and the kind of body that all the guy’s lusted after. She could have been a model. In fact, she had the look that would have worked equally on a New York runway or in a bikini on a showroom floor. Guys salivated over her.
    And she was dating Max.
    There wasn’t a boy alive that wouldn’t have tried to French kiss her or more at the earliest opportunity, and she and Max had been on three dates. After their third date, she met up with him after swim practice, and as I watched she hung all over his body. This paragon of male desire was desperate for Max. There was no way he could resist, and our promise would be broken.
    I had kind of accepted that the promise had already been broken over the past year. After my disastrous conversation with him in the car, Max had gone crazy and started dating a lot of girls. A lot of pretty girls. Hot girls. Half the school believed he had slept with all of them, and a few of the girls made a concerted effort not