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my teacher.
    ‘Wanna join our group?’ Luke said, breaking into my thoughts. He looked deep into my eyes, and I found myself right back where I was yesterday. I had no idea who ‘our group’ was, but clearly all I needed to know was that he was a member and, even though I was officially Not-Hitting-On-Luke, I still had to complete my Music assessment, didn’t I?
    ‘Amy, do you want to join Evan’s music group?’ Mr Davison pointed to a group of people I immediately picked out as ‘the nerds’ — their skirts were a little too long, and their pants just a little too high.
    ‘Actually, Luke just asked if I’d join his group instead. Is that okay?’ I am going to hell.
    Mr Davison didn’t object, so I dragged my chair over to where Luke and two other boys sat.
    These two guys were a lot more rock ‘n’ roll than Luke — in fact, they looked a bit like the roadies who would load Dad’s gear into his truck when we were on tour. The one on the left had messy-looking black hair and piercing blue eyes that made me want to shuffle in my seat. I could see the faint reaches of a tattoo creeping out from under his shirt. I shook my head. He had the sexy, bad boy thing going on big-time, although he’d have to have repeated a year of high school, since you had to be over 18 to get a tattoo. So. Not. Interested.
    If he was dark and dangerous, the guy on the right was pale and a possible pothead. He had sleepy brown eyes, pale skin, brown dreadlocks, and piercings in his right ear that went all the way to the top. There must have been ten or more holes there, and I wondered if that should be my next step. Some crazy piercings would piss off Dad.
    ‘Hey, I’m Nick,’ the guy with the tatt said. His voice was surprisingly soft and light, completely at odds with his appearance.
    ‘I’m Ashley.’ The earring dude nodded at me.
    ‘Thanks for letting me join your group.’ I smiled, hoping they weren’t too pissed with Luke for inviting me. Neither guy seemed overly interested, but they didn’t exactly seem to hate me either. Thank God .
    ‘So, we’re working on a group piece for our end-of-year performance,’ Luke explained.
    ‘Luke plays bass, I play lead, and Ashley plays drums — please tell me you can sing or play some kind of an instrument,’ Nick said, looking at me with a faint smile playing at the edges of his lips. He leaned forward and stared at me, his eyes captivating.
    He wasn’t my type. I was much more interested in sporty, sexy, unavailable Luke, but for some weird reason I still couldn’t look away.
    ‘I can sing or play the keys if you want,’ I offered, not breaking his gaze. I looked closer. His eyes had little flecks of navy blue in them, breaking up the ice.
    ‘See? I knew she’d be perfect for us!’ Luke broke the staring match between Nick and I by slapping him on the back. I felt my senses return with a jolt.
    ‘You talked about me?’
    ‘Yeah, of course,’ he admitted and gave a little grin out of the side of his mouth meant just for me. ‘I wasn’t going to let you get stuck in any old group.’
    My eyes widened. Luke had planned on letting me join his group, which meant he didn’t hate me. He officially — at least a little bit, at least as a friend or a music-learning acquaintance — liked me.
    ‘I’m gonna go get the gear,’ Nick said, excusing himself and heading towards the storeroom. As he left, he threw us a strange look. Ashley flung back his chair and abruptly followed, leaving Luke and I as alone as you can get in a room full of other students.
    ‘Thanks for, um, hooking all that up,’ I managed to stutter out, trying not to stare again. A shadow fell over us as Mr Davison walked over to our corner.
    ‘How’s everything going?’ he asked, interrupting my silent perving session.
    ‘Great. Amy’s our missing singer,’ Luke said. If the sun had gleamed through the window, I was sure it would have flashed off his pearly whites.
    ‘Well, make sure you