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    Dale glanced back at the apartments, looking up and waving to someone standing in a window. “My dad got a job teaching at Rutgers. He couldn’t turn it down.”
    “Rutgers?” It wasn’t Harvard or Yale, but it was still pretty prestigious. “Wow.”
    “Yeah, that’s why I’m at the stupid academy.” Dale hooked a thumb in his belt, drawing my attention there to the silver studs as he leaned back in the passenger’s seat with another sigh. “If I get my high school diploma, my dad can send me to Rutgers for free.”
    I blinked in surprise. “That’s quite a deal. A degree from Rutgers for free?”
    “I don’t plan on going to Rutgers,” he replied flatly, giving me a dark look.
    “What do you plan on doing?” I asked, although I had a feeling I already knew. He didn’t respond but the answer was written all over his face. He didn’t just look like Tyler Vincent—Dale Diamond wanted to be Tyler Vincent. Or some cooler, funkier version of the rock star, I could only assume, from his Dead Kennedys t-shirt and his ultimate disdain for my cassette collection.
    “Let me guess,” I smirked. “You want to be a rock star?”
    “I gotta go.” He reached for the door handle and I felt my stomach clench into a ball, suddenly sorry I’d teased him.
    “Hey, wait.” I grabbed his arm. It was warm and muscular and the touch was electric. When he looked at me, my breath went away. I had never had such an instant attraction to someone and it scared me a little. “I didn’t mean anything. I think you’d make a great rock star. Hell, you already sort of look like one. I like rock stars. Remember?”
    He relented a little, giving me half a smile, but not enough to bring out that dimple in his cheek.
    “Do you have a car?” I inquired. 
    He shook his dark head. “I sold it last year to pay for a new guitar.”
    “Do you want a ride to the academy?” I offered. I had to pick up Aimee, of course, but she was just down the road. I tried to imagine her reaction when I showed up with Dale Diamond in the car.
    I patted the dashboard of my Dodge Dart affectionately. “I know my baby here is old and temperamental, but she’s transportation. I worked all summer at a Dairy Queen to buy her. Four hundred bucks.”
    “You got taken.”
    I laughed and he rewarded me with a real dimple-making smile.
    “So, do you want a ride on Monday?”
    “Yeah. That would be great.” He looked down at my hand, still touching his arm. “Hey… can I still call you tonight?”
    “If you want to.” I suddenly wanted him to, very much.
    “I want to.” He got out of the car.
    I didn’t believe in fate. Strange coincidences happened all the time, but it was all just random, nothing we could control. That’s what I told myself as I watched Dale go into the building.
    But I didn’t quite believe it anymore.

    I heard it before I even got out of the car, and everything inside of me went silent. I sat there for a moment, hating to go inside. Hating him.
    I gathered my purse and notebook and opened the car door. I was glad Dale lived somewhere up on the third floor and had already gone in. I didn’t want him to hear this. I didn’t want to hear this. Dried leaves crunched under my feet as I walked toward the apartment building door. There was one lone tree at the side of the building. It looked as lost and forlorn as I felt.
    Inside the building it was a little warmer. Just down that short flight of steps and beyond that plain white door, a monster waited. The yelling got louder. I hated coming here every day, to this dingy building, with its rust-colored carpet and peeling walls. I remembered a time when there was a house to come home to, before the stepbeast had lost his longest-running job. Then there was a succession of lost jobs—and this place.
    To descend the stairs and go inside would just put me in the middle—again. It was a place I’d been in all my life. I should be used to it. What was it like for Tyler