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bad conversation.
    “Uh, we’re still looking it over,” I tell him, giving him a big smile.
    “I have a thought,” Jared says.
    “Yes, Jared?” Mr. Ikwang asks.
    “Who’s the father?” Jared leans forward and looks at Mr. Ikwang seriously.
    Mr. Ikwang looks perplexed.
    “The father of the baby,” Jared explains. “Because usually the father is the one who steals the kids in these situations, isn’t he?”
    “The father passed away,” Mr. Ikwang says, pointing to the case facts at the bottom of the sheet that tell us that.
    “Yeah, but did he really?” Jared asks, looking pleased with himself. “Or are him and the mom kidnapping the baby, so that they can run away together?”
    “Why would they have to kidnap their kid so they could run away together?” Lexi asks.
    “Maybe he’s married to someone else.” Jared leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest. “I think this should be looked into.”
    “Very interesting, Jared,” Mr. Ikwang says, even though he obviously thinks Jared is completely out of his mind. “And on that note, I think it’s time to call it a day.”
    On the way out of mock trial, Barelli comes up to me and Luke and says, “Greg sounds really nice, Devon. I’d like to meet him sometime.”
    Then she smiles at me and passes by us out into the hall.
    “That was nice of her,” I say to Luke so that I don’t seem like the jealous, overbearing girlfriend. What I don’t say is that I’m sooo not falling for it.

chapter four
    Luke and I sit on the bench outside of school and wait for our parents to pick us up. He reaches out and takes my hand, and a little thrill rushes through my body. I’m still not used to how it feels to actually be holding a boy’s hand. I’m getting better, though. Like, I used to constantly worry about if my hand was sweaty or if I was holding his too hard. But now it feels more natural.
    “So,” Luke says.
    “So,” I say, swinging my legs underneath me.
    “Listen, I need to ask you something,” he says. “And it doesn’t have to be weird, you know?”
    “Oh?” My stomach does a flip. He’s going to ask me to the dance! Finally! I put my best “don’t worry of course I’m going to say yes” face on. It must be hard to be a guy, always having to worry about asking girls out, afraid of all that rejection. “Of course,” I say seriously. “Go ahead.”
    He runs his fingers through his hair and then looks at me. “How come you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend this summer?”
    Oh. Right. I take a deep breath and get ready to tell him that I didn’t have a boyfriend this summer, that it was just something I kind of sort of made up, and that I’m so sorry but I wouldn’t have had to do that if I knew what the deal was with him and Bailey and why won’t he just ask me to the dance already?
    “Luke, I—”
    “Bye, Luke,” Bailey calls as she bounces down the sidewalk in front of us. She took off the sweater she was wearing inside, and is now wearing a very tight, light blue V-neck with lace all around the collar. Gasp! She obviously just took her sweater off so that she could show off in front of Luke! I mean, come on! Why else would she take her sweater
off
before coming outside? It makes no sense.
    “Bye,” Luke says, giving her a wave.
    “I don’t know why I didn’t tell you about my boyfriend,”I say a little louder than is necessary, hoping that Barelli will overhear. But she doesn’t seem to, and just goes flouncing away to the car that’s waiting for her. In the driver’s seat is someone who looks like an older version of Bailey. Probably her sister. Loud music is pumping from the car, and I can hear Bailey giggle at something her sister says as she hops in.
    Just then, my dad’s old Corolla pulls up next to us. Of course Bailey would be cool enough to have her sister picking her up, while I have to get picked up by my parents.
    “There’s your dad,” Luke says, looking at the car. “You better