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dress and into my new Juicy Couture velour sweats and matching top. I’m glad I brought my mom’s wrap along because it is chilly out here and I’m still in the car. I can only imagine how cold it’s going to be by the beach.
    â€œI somehow doubt that seriously,” Jeremy says in a bitter tone. “By the way, that was a sweet gift Chance gave you the other day.” I know he’s not jealous of Chance’s Christmas gift from the cast party last weekend. This fool’s really tripping. I wonder if hating is a communicable disease because everyone around me seems to be catching it.
    â€œOh, come on. You’re not seriously tripping over a framed program?” But the way that Jeremy’s jaw just tightened its clench tells me he is. Damn, dudes are worse than females when they get emotional.
    â€œChance and I are just friends, you know that.”
    â€œYeah, best friends. He probably gets the entire answer to his questions when he asks.” I didn’t realize how salty Jeremy was over that. He’s starting to sound like Nellie and that’s not good. All I need is another friend spazzing out on me over some bull.
    â€œJeremy, you can either be jealous over Rah or Chance, but not both. What kind of girl do you think I am?”
    â€œThe kind that’s wanted by a lot of dudes.” Jeremy parks his Mustang in one of the various empty spots lining the shore. It’s a perfect night to stargaze: clear and crisp. The smell of burning wood trickles up my nostrils and warms my insides, but not the rest of me. Jeremy’s last comment gave me the chills. It sounds way too much like something my great-grandfather would’ve said to Maman Marie. What the hell?
    â€œYou’re going to have to trust me, Jeremy. That’s all I can say to that.” He looks down at me, turns off the engine and kisses me softly on the forehead.
    â€œI do trust you. It’s the dudes I don’t trust.”
    â€œI can’t believe you just said that.” We both open our car doors and exit the vehicle. The cold night air runs up my body but it’s slightly refreshing. He promptly locks the doors and walks around to the passenger’s side, following behind me in silence. “Chance is one of your best friends, too. How do you think that makes him look?”
    â€œLike a dude. Shit, Jayd, you act like I don’t know how he felt about you. It doesn’t take much to rekindle those same feelings.” Jeremy speeds up his stride as he passes me, now walking backwards and facing me. He’s lucky I think he’s adorable; otherwise I would have been on my way back to Inglewood a long time ago.
    â€œYeah, but it takes two to light that kind of fire, and I already have enough heat in my life as it is.” Jeremy turns around with a stern look on his face. We continue our walk toward the water in silence, and I’m glad for it, too. Walking through the deep, soft sand always gives me a workout and I can’t talk and pant at the same time.
    When we arrive at the bonfire, there are about a dozen white guys in wet suits ready to night-surf. The moon is full tonight, allowing them and the sharks plenty of light. You would never find my black ass out in that water, especially not this late at night or in cold weather.
    â€œWhat’s up?” Jeremy says to his brother, Justin. Justin’s girlfriend, Kristi, is here along with the rest of their surfer crew. Everyone’s already started smoking and drinking and Kristi has had a bit too much of both, or so it seems.
    â€œHey, Jayd,” Kristi says. “Come sit by me. I’m not going back in the water anytime soon.” I forgot she’s also an active surfer chick. I admire her athletic streak, but I can’t get down like that, even if her man is fine. Justin looks at me and winks, making me blush. Jeremy looks at me as he suits up, rolls his eyes, and picks up his surfboard like it