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    When he’s finished, I sigh, realizing I’d been holding my breath—ogling and admiring, all that fan-girl stuff. “Pretty.” I clear my throat. “Did you write it yourself?”
    “Yeah.” He laughs, kind of self-conscious like. “I wrote it for you.”
    Whoa. Tingles run through my body, all the down to my toes, and I can feel my face turning red. Ugh! I have to look away. This would be a magical moment, though. I mean , my stomach is all fluttery and full of butterflies. He wrote me a song! But the gross thing is, we can hear Ragan through my wall. Her room is right next to mine. She keeps giggling. Obviously she’s talking to Jeremy. It kind of blows the moment. For me anyway.
    Dakota raises his eyebrows, like: “What’s up?”
    “That’s Ragan,” I tell him. “She’s on the phone.”
    “Is she talking to that new guy, Jeremy?”
    Yeah, the demon from hell , I want to tell him, but I just nod.
    “They were together all during lunch,” Dakota says.
    I squeeze my eyes shut, not knowing what to say, not even sure I can speak—my throat feels all tight and sweaty. So does my stomach, like I might barf. I’m just so hoping this is all a bad dream. All of it. That soon I’ll wake up and laugh. Crazy dream .
    “He seems pretty cool—I guess. Gina says so anyway.” Dakota gives a little laugh. “But what does she know? She likes me.”
    I can’t help smiling. Dakota is the most adorable guy in our whole school. But he’s really modest about it and he’s not just faking. He has no idea what he does to my heart.
    We’re silent for a moment, just looking at each other. It’s kind of weird. Finally, Dakota breaks the silence. “When, you were in that coma—I’d go to the hospital every day,” he says.
    “I know. My mom told me.”
    Dakota sits beside me on my bed. “I’d go there and just watch you…. I was afraid you were going to die.” He stares into my eyes, then down at his hands. “I kept thinking, if she dies—I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
    Dakota looks up at me. “ Lexi ,” he pauses, “you’re my best friend.”
    Hearing him say that, I feel sort of funny. I mean, it’s not like he said, “I love you” or anything. Still, my heart is pounding all wild and doing acrobats.
    “You’re my best-friend, too,” I tell him.
    “Well … I guess I should go.” Dakota starts to crawl through my window, but then stops and turns back to me, as though he has something important to say, but then he seems to change his mind. Instead he says, “You’re getting really good at the guitar.”
    Then he’s gone, out my window and into the night.
    That’s when I remember, he said he texted me. I run to my iPhone all happy and excited. But when I check, I see I have messages from Jeremy too. Like a dozen of them. They all say the same thing: I’ve come back for you .
     
    ***
     
    I didn’t go to school today. I wanted to, but Mom wouldn’t let me. Instead, I lay on the couch watching Buffy reruns, not planning to even move until three. But my plans get heaved out the window at lunch when Ragan comes waltzing through the front door. With Jeremy. I jump off the couch so fast , I almost break my neck .
    Ragan turns to Jeremy and gives him this I-told-you-she’s-a-nut look. But all she says is: “This is my sister, Lexi . You met her yesterday, remember?”
    Jeremy smiles at me as I glare at him from our stair landing. “Yeah, I remember.”
    His transparent-blue eyes glitter up at me. “How are you doing?”
    “How are you doing?” I want to ask. But I don’t. I know how he’s doing. He’s dead.
    So, instead I just raise my eyebrows at him. “I’m doing better than you.”
    Jeremy smirks, but Ragan rolls her eyes. “She’s not better. Look at her—she hasn’t combed her hair in a week.”
    That isn’t really true. I combed my hair just yesterday, but I don’t bother to point this out to them. Instead, I just stare at Jeremy.
    “Yeah, my hair’s