“That’s different,” I say. “I moved the car on a dare.”

Outside the guys’ athletic dorms, I attempt to stand in front of Beth as she searches for my brother’s room number. Beth wears a cotton Tshirt that hugs her slim form and ends a half inch short of her low-rise jeans. With her smooth skin tempting me in very right, yet wrong, places, I would bet my Jeep that the outfit doesn’t have Scott’s seal of approval.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it, and so does every guy walking in and out of the dorms.

She’s my girl and I prefer to be the only one looking at her.

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My girl. We’re not official—not yet—but

Beth said four critical words when she climbed into my Jeep this morning: “I let Isaiah go.”

Which means she’s with me and not him. Later today, I’m asking Beth to make us exclusive.

Beth stabs her finger into the book.

“Jackpot.” She scribbles the room number onto the palm of her hand. “I double dog dare you to talk to your brother.”

“Do you know nothing about dares?” I ask

while giving the evil eye to some guy who stares at the contours of Beth’s waist. “You can’t double dog dare unless I turn down the initial dare.”

She arches a brow. “Are we really going to talk semantics?”

I place a hand on her hip and back her

against the wall. “That’s a big word, Beth.

Maybe you should explain it.”

A wicked smile touches her lips and raw

hunger settles in her eyes, but instead of melting into me as I am into her, Beth pushes me away and ducks underneath my arm. A guy walks out of the building and Beth catches the door before it has a chance to lock behind him.

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going to let you talk your way out of this.”

She gestures for me to enter the lobby and I do. “I wasn’t going to talk. I was going to kiss my way out of it. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since we kissed?”

“If you talk to your brother, we’ll kiss. A lot.”

“How about we skip this and move straight on to kissing?”

She ignores me and studies the large map of the dorm layout on the wall. “I officially dare you to talk to your brother.”

I cross my arms over my chest as my back

straightens. Beth officially threw down the gauntlet. “Fine. What do I get if I win?”

Her raven hair cascades like a waterfall as she inclines her head toward me. A sexy glint lights her eyes. “What do you want?”

You. But that isn’t what I permit to come out of my mouth. “I want you to spend the rest of the day with me. No cell phones. No friends.

Nothing but me and you.”

“Deal.”

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she used the same manipulation skills to

convince me to drive to Lexington. To my

horror, Beth knocks on my brother’s door

without asking if I’m ready. Any hope Mark would be in class ends when the doorknob

jiggles and Mark’s large, looming figure stands in the door frame.

Beth flashes a wicked smile. “S’up, Mark.

How was the game against Florida?”

He hesitantly grins as his eyes flicker

between me and Beth. “I sacked the

quarterback twice. Don’t you watch the news?”

She shrugs. “No. I’m pretending to care

about football in order to break the ice. I’ll be in the lobby.” Beth nonchalantly walks off the way we came. Even when the door at the end of the hallway shuts, I still watch. After dragging my ass here, I never thought she’d leave me to do this on my own.

Mark steps away from the door and forces

cheerfulness. “Do you want to come in?”

“Yeah.” I mimic his tone. Mark and I never forced anything before this summer.

Mark’s dorm room is the same as it was last year. I can tell he has the same roommate by the posters of Star Wars hanging on the wall.

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“Where’s Greg?”

“Class. Do you want something to drink?”

He opens a small fridge. “Gatorade, water?”

My mouth tastes like the desert, but I don’t want to prolong this. “I’m sorry.”

Mark closes the fridge and sits on the

bottom bunk. His fake smile vanishes and I shove my hands in my pockets. The Band-Aid method sucked for both of us. I wish I could make our relationship strong again. Mark was the first person I told when I pitched a no-hitter, made my first all-star team, and kissed a girl. Now, I don’t even know what words to stutter out next.

“How’re Mom and Dad?” he asks.

How’re Mom and Dad. I can answer that. I

take a seat on the two-seater couch next to the bunks. “Okay. Dad’s busy. He’s expanding the construction business and he plans on running for mayor.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Wow.

“And Mom?”

“Wrapped up in her social clubs and events like normal. Lunches. Dinners. Teas.” I pause, wondering if I should say what I’m about to.

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“She misses you.”

Mark leans forward and holds his hands

together between his bent knees. “Does Dad ever mention me?”

The hope fighting to surface on Mark’s face makes looking at him painful. If I answer with a plain yes, I create false hope, or I could tell him the truth. None of the answers are ones I want to give. “Did you ever want to do

anything besides football?”

Mark scrapes his knuckles against his jaw before snatching a book off his bed and tossing it to me. I catch it in midair. “Quality Lesson Plans for Secondary Physical Education?”

“I’m an education major.”

“Since when?”

“Since….” Mark drums the fingers of his

clasped hands once. “Always.”

Faking interest in the pages, I flip through the book. “I thought you were pre-med.”

“That’s what Dad wanted me to major in.

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year: laptop, iPod dock. After Mark’s first college football game, Mom had someone take a family picture on the field. He’s taped the photograph on the wall next to his practice schedule. Some things are the same. Others are not. “Do you hate football?”

“No. I love football and want to play. In fact, I want to become a high school football coach.

Dad knew that. He didn’t agree with me, but he knew it. I thought if I played along, that if I pretended that—” He cuts himself off.

I came here. I brought this up. I can finish the statement for him. “They’d accept who you are?”

Mark nods. “Yeah.”

The two of us sit in silence. My stomach

twists and turns like I’m on a boat on the verge of capsizing. My life was perfect and I enjoyed every second. Mark’s two little words “I’m gay” tipped my world. Maybe I get why he

left. Maybe I don’t. Either way, anger still festers, and if I’m doing this, I’m doing this.

“You left me.”

“What did you want me to do?” Resentment

thickens his tone. “I can’t change who I am.”

I need to move. Hit something. Throw

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something. I stand instead. “Not leave. You said you pretended before. Why couldn’t you pretend again? Or you could have stayed and fought and, I don’t know, convinced Mom and Dad to let you stay.”

Mark calmly watches as I pace the length of the narrow room. He clears his throat.

“Someday, you’re going to see how Mom and Dad controlled and manipulated our lives.

You’re going to notice how they made us

believe that their dreams were our dreams.

They dictated our every breath. Think about it—do you have any idea who you are without them?”