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I definitely didn't hate it.
"Like I said." Sam gave a shrug. "I never forgot."
"No, I guess you didn't," I said softly.Shaking myself, I added, "Thanks again, Bishop. I'll see you at school."
He nodded. "Good luck with your list."
"Hmmm, I think I'll need it."
"Nah, you'll get it done," Sam said. "You just have to find theright partner."
At that, one thought flashed bright as a star in my mind.
I was pretty sure I'd already found him.
CHAPTER 4
Hey. I forgot to ask do you need a ride to school?
Spoon of oatmeal stalled half-way to my lips, I stared at the text for several seconds before replying.
Bishop?
His answer came a moment later.
No, it's the other guy who drove you home last night.
I exhaled and felt my lips lift into a smile. Fingers flying, I saved his contact info while composing my response.
Me:Sorry for the confusion. There are just SO many people lined up to be my chauffer.
Sam:Where am I in line?
Me:Hmmm…currently third.
Sam:Really?
Me:Really.
Sam:Who's ahead of me?
Me:My dad and sister.
Sam:Ah.
Charlotte was at UNC about two hours away. She was my best friend, and I missed her like crazy. But whenI told her what happened to my car during one of our late-night chat sessions, she'd offered to drive back.My sister was amazing like that.
After thinking it over, I sent Sam another text.
Me:You might actually be fifth. Oh wait, sixth!
Sam:Never knew you were so popular, Kent.
Me:Well, now you do.
I was having way too much fun. My breakfast was rapidly cooling in the bowl in my lap, the cinnamon oatmeal and banana combo all but forgotten.But I couldn't seem to tear my gaze off my phone. Taking another bite, I waited for Sam's reply.
Sam:Okay, you win. Who's 3, 4, and 5? I want names.
