look like cops。 One of them was wearing black Club Monaco jeans and the other was wearing a
stupid red pom…pom hat。 They flashed their badges at Nate。
?We?re not going to cuff you;? Club Monaco explained。 ?You?re a minor; right??
Nate nodded sullenly; avoiding the cop?s gaze。 He didn?t turn eighteen until April。
?When we get to the precinct you can call your parents。?
I?m sure they?ll be thrilled;Nate thought bitterly。
Across the meadow the two guys playing football and the old lady and her fluffy white dog were
all huddled together; watching Nate getting busted like it was the first episode of some hot new
reality show。
?You?ll be out in a couple hours;? the red pom…pom cop said; writing something in a notebook。
Nate noticed the cop was wearing gold hoop earrings and he realized she was a woman; despite
her broad shoulders and thick…fingered hands。 ?They?ll fine you and probably give you mandatory
rehab。?
Mitchell kept his hand on Nate?s shoulder as if to offer moral support。 ?You?re lucky;? he added。
Nate kept his head down; hoping no one he knew would see him。 He didn?t feel very lucky。
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Tuesday afternoon; Vanessa stood outside Riverside Prep; filming the frozen remains of a dead
pigeon carcass and thinking about sex while she waited for Dan to appear。 Dan had left a message
for her at the reception desk at Constance Billard to e and meet him after school。Urgent。 Meet
me here at four; it said。What a freak; Vanessa thought lovingly。 What could possibly be so urgent?
He was probably just having an attack of paranoia because his poem had e out inThe New
Yorker today。 Either that or he was feeling extremely stimulated and couldn?twait to do it again。
Before even taking a shower that morning Vanessa had run downstairs and bought sixNew Yorker
s from the newsstand on the corner。 That way there would always be a spare copy to wave in
Dan?s face when he was feeling especially inadequate。
When she really thought about it;she was the one who should have been freaking out。 The poem
was all about a guy feeling insecure around women; particularly his dominating girlfriend。 People
who knew them were going to think Vanessa was a real ball…breaker。 But the last line was so sweet
and sexy; she couldn?t really plain。
Take care of me。 Take me。 Take care。 Take me。
Reading it made her want to rip off all her clothes and jump him。Gently ; of course。
Just then Dan burst through the black doors of Riverside Prep practically in midsentence。 He
waved his rumpled copy ofThe New Yorker at Vanessa and galloped up to her in his worn…out
white Pumas and navy blue cords; planting a sloppy; wet kiss on her mouth。 ?This has been the
best day of my life!? he trumpeted。 ?I love you!?