Blood Games

She giggled. He held her hand and they strolled in silence.

“Are you okay?” she asked a minute later.

“No,” he said. “I’m a little light-headed.”

“Want a cookie?”

He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. “I want you.” He put her down, took her face in his hands, and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. He looked at his watch and his eyes went wide. “God, we’ve got about ten minutes to get across campus.” He took her hand and they started speed-walking.

“Did you buy a ticket for me?”

“Of course I bought a ticket for you. I was hoping you would come.” Pulling her along. “It would have helped if you had told me that you might come.”

“I didn’t know until the last minute.”

“Well, you could have at least texted me a maybe. I didn’t hear a peep from you.”

“Well, that’s because I didn’t hear a peep from you.”

“What are you talking about?” Gabe said. “I asked you to be my friend on Facebook.”

“And I accepted.”

“But you didn’t write back.”

“The boy writes first.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Since when is that the rule?”

“I dunno. But it is the rule.”

“You know I came to Coffee Bean looking for you.”

“You did not.”

“I did so.” Gabe was offended. “I came on Tuesday and Thursday.”

Yasmine said, “I came on Monday and Wednesday.”

“Ooh, psych!” He took her hand and started running. “If you would have texted me, I would have met you. I mean I can’t exactly call you.”

“Why on earth would I assume that you’d want to meet me?”

“Why wouldn’t you assume it? I asked you to the concert.”

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