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idea. Jackson’s perfectly detailed treatment. Yet Ben was the one everyone turned to with questions and problems. The one everyone praised for the promising awesomeness of this video.
    “Right. Thanks,” Jackson forced himself to say. Rule number five of the contract: always be polite and respectful to His Highness, Ben Wilder.
    Ben said, “Anytime,” and gave Jackson a small smack on the back. Ben turned to leave, but then took a back-step toward Jackson. “Hey, would it be awkward if I asked Kat out sometime?”
    Jackson had to work hard to keep his face from obeying the law of gravity. He didn’t want Ben to see him look upset … about Kat. He kept his face upbeat, smiling. “Um, no. Not at all.”
    “Cool.” Ben gave Jackson a complacent half-smile. “I’ll go catch her.”
    “Right now?” Jackson heard his voice give a pathetic crack. Like puberty all over again.
    “Is that a problem?’
    “Well, no. It’s just …” Jackson hesitated, wondering if he’d gone past the point of indifference. Irrevocably into the realm of “Don’t get to know my sister any better because then you’ll know that she’s really not my sister.” He scratched at his head and thought quickly. “It’s just that you don’t even know if she likes you. Usually, guys get a feel for her … receptiveness before they set themselves up to be rejectamenta.”
    “Rejectamenta?” Ben seemed to inwardly laugh. “You think she’d reject me?” And then a brief sentiment of insecurity passed through his eyes. “Why? Did she tell you that she doesn’t like me?”
    Jackson felt omnipotent, albeit briefly. He wanted to say, “I saw that, Ben Wilder. You’re not immune to insecurity, are you?” But instead, he said, “No, of course not. It’s just that most ‘average’ guys would want some vindication before they opened themselves up. You know … all the games we’re required to play when we date.” Jackson turned his voice all squeaky and imitated the immature babble of his female friends, “Oh, yeah, he totally digs you. I could like, totally tell. Plus, he told the entire team that he like totally thinks you’re hot.”
    Ben’s smirk was more sanctimonious this time. “Games are for kids,” he said. He walked away with his hands in his pockets, the embodiment of style and poise. Away from a chastised Jackson. Straight to Kat.
    “Vlad,” Jackson muttered beneath his breath.
    ……
    “H o Lee Crap!” Kat exclaimed when she and Jackson were out of the studio. “I think he just asked me out.”
    “Who?” Jackson played dumb. “That carpenter you were talking to? Isn’t he a bit old?” The guy had a pot belly and a balding head. He was probably older than her dad.
    She smacked Jackson hard on the shoulder. “Not the carpenter, you yutz. Ben.”
    “Ben? Ben who?” Jackson flinched when she poised for another smack. It was painful to tease Kat. He held his hands up in surrender. “I know. Ben asked you out.”
    Kat’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean you know ?”
    “He told me he was going to. Kind of asked for my blessing, actually.”
    “Your blessing?” Clearly Kat was baffled.
    “Yeah. Being that you are my sister and all ….” Jackson gave her an encouraging, knowing look.
    “Oh, right.” Kat caught up. Then her eyes grew huge. “What did he say?”
    She had that tone that Jackson had used with Ben not that long ago when he made fun of those who used that tone. The ones who Ben had called juvenile. But Jackson felt rather child-like at the moment, so he played along. “Oh, nothing really. Just that he thinks you are cute.”
    “Cute?”
    Jackson stopped at the rear of her car. He turned to face her, struggling to keep his face impassive. “I think that’s what he said.” Then Jackson snapped his fingers. “No, that’s not the word he used. Adorable. That’s what he said. You … are … adorable.”
    “Shut. Up!” She smacked him with both palms, square on his