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    When I slammed my locker door shut, Dan was standing beside me.
    “Oh!” I exclaimed, surprised to see him so up-close-and-personal. I wasn’t positive, but I had a feeling he’d been waiting for me.
    “That’s not exactly the reaction I was going for, but okay,” Dan said with a smirk.
    “Uh, you just…scared me, that’s all,” I said, and instantly realized how dumb that sounded.
Stupid, stupid, stupid
. “I mean, what’s up, Dan?”
    “Not much, Sawyer,” he said and leaned his head against the locker door. We were both silent for a moment. Finally he added, “So, what did you think about my paper?”
    That was a very good question.
    I started to chew on my lip and tried to avoid looking straight at him. “Um. It was definitely…imaginative,” I answered slowly. Was he trying to make me nervous or did he just have that affect on girls?
    “Thanks,” he answered. “I thought so.”
    I grew silent again. I still wasn’t quite sure what he was doing here. At
my
locker. Talking to
me
.
    “Well, I decided to take some advice from my friend, Stan, and see if you wanted to hang out Friday night?” he finally asked, lowering his voice a bit as if we were having a private conversation.
    “Huh?” I asked, blankly.
    Have I mentioned I’m a smooth talker?
    “You know. Do that thing where I pick you up, we get some pizza, see a movie and then I take you home. That sort of thing,” he said, playfully.
    “Like…a
date
?” I asked, still a little slow on the pick-up.
    “Yeah. Like, a date,” Dan said, chuckling at my reaction.
    I studied his face, and was surprised to find that he wasn’t joking.
    “Okay.” I forced myself to sound calm, even though I felt a little like puking. “Sounds like fun.”
    “Sweet,” Dan said, standing up straighter. “So, pick you up at seven?”
    “Sure,” I answered, grinning stupidly.
    “Okay, then. See ya, Sawyer,” Dan said as he turned and walked away.
    I stared at him as he moved down the hallway. I couldn’t help but admire how his shirt clung to his back and his jeans fit perfectly around his…
    “Was that
Dan Stevenson
just talking to you?” McCartney asked, interrupting my Britney Spears-esque not-so-innocent thoughts.
    “Yep,” I answered, taking one last glance at Dan, before he disappeared around the corner. I turned to face McCartney and we began to walk to our History class. “He just asked me out. On a date. For Friday.”
    “No way!” McCartney squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
    “Why is that so hard to believe?” I asked. She stared at me and raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. I caved. “Okay. I can’t believe it either.”
    As we walked, I told her everything. Beginning with the letter and ending with our date plans.
    “That’s wicked cool!” McCartney said, as we walked into class and sat down next to each other.
    “Yeah, but do you think he’s asking me out because of this eBay thing, or because he suddenly realized what a totally awesome catch I am?” I whispered as other students started filling in the desks around us.
    “Who cares! Dan Stevenson just asked you out,” McCartney hissed. “For once, don’t analyze everything. Just enjoy it.”
    McCartney was right. Who cares why Dan asked me out? The point was he wanted to hang out with me—Arielle Sawyer. Nothing could ruin this moment.
    “Pop quiz!” their teacher yelled out.
    Except maybe for that.

“YOU’VE GOTTA HELP me find the perfect outfit,” I said, nearing hysterics as I tore through my closet.
    “We told you we’d help,” McCartney said from her spot on my bed. “But first, you have
got
to calm down. You’re running around like You’re on fire.”
    “I’m going out with
Dan Stevenson
tonight,” I said, stopping in my tracks. “I might as well
be
on fire.”
    “You are such a drama queen,” Phin said from across the room. “He’s just a dude. Like me. He puts his pants on one leg at a time like everyone