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Savannah
November 1, 2004
I vowed to stop thinking about that kiss at Derek’s Halloween party. It was Monday morning, and I needed it to stop. Derek Ballentine was a Holy Cross boy. We might have had a connection in that moment and a series of incredible kisses, but again… Holy Cross boy. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that it’d meant anything to him.
Danielle met me in the school parking lot when I hopped out of Maddox’s truck. Jack was speed-typing on his phone, hardly paying attention until he saw Maddox. He pocketed his phone, and they started in on the show and future rehearsals and the running theme about the band name.
“Local c*****e is a cool name,” Maddox complained.
“It sounds violent,” Danielle piped up.
Jack slipped an arm around Danielle as his phone noisily pinged a
