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also with Nelson.
    “You got yours, too?” Nelson asked. “Of course you got accepted, but can you believe they accepted moi? This is going to be so cool!” Nelson’s dog started barking. “Uh-oh, Mom’s home. She’l probably have a heart attack when I tel her I actual y got—” his fingers snapped in the background “—ac-cep-ted. Woo-hoo!” He hung up.
    Eager to get to Jason’s, Kyle wolfed down dinner, but slowed down for dessert. His mom had bought an awesome chocolate-raspberry cake. “Can I take a piece to Jason?”
    “Al right,” his mom said, cutting a slice. “But remember it’s a school night. Don’t stay too—”
    “And one for his sister?” Kyle asked before his mom could put the knife down. She cut another wedge.
    “And one for his mom?” Kyle added. “And another piece for me later?”
    “Why don’t you just take the whole cake?” His dad laughed.
    “Okay,” Kyle said, pretending his dad was serious.
    Melissa, Jason’s six-year-old sister, answered the Carril os’door. Behind her the TV blared. Dol s and toys lay scattered before it. She grabbed Kyle’s hand, pul ing him in, her eyes opening wide at the box he carried. “What’s that?”
    “Mm ...” Kyle rubbed a circle on his stomach. “Cake!”
    Jason strode in wearing jeans and a flannel shirt that hung wide over his broad shoulders. A toothbrush handle protruded from his mouth as he vigorously brushed up and down, causing his left cheek to bulge and jiggle.
    At the sight of him, Kyle fel in love al over again.
    “Wha’s up?” Jason said, popping the brush out. A perfect circle of foam ringed his mouth.
    “I like your green lipstick,” Kyle said, kidding.
    Jason looked in the wal mirror. “Whoa!” He jogged back toward the bathroom.
    With Melissa’s help Kyle dished out cake and set the plates on the kitchen table.
    “Oh, wow.” Jason sauntered in. “You were right. This is better than a car.”
    “That’s not the surprise,” Kyle said, handing Jason the Tech letter. “This is.” Jason scanned the page, his lips moving to the words:
    “.. . pleased to inform you you’ve been accepted for admission—”
    He glanced up at Kyle, high-fiving him. “Awesome! Congratulations, man.”
    “Can I take my cake to watch TV?” Melissa asked.
    “Sure. Wait. You want some milk?” Jason poured them each a cold glass. “Careful you don’t spil .” While Kyle sat down, Jason held the door for Melissa, then he returned to Kyle. “Of course, did you ever real y think you wouldn’t be accepted? You’ve got a four-point-o!”
    “I don’t have a four-point-o,” Kyle said in mock protest. “It’s a three-point-nine.”
    “Oh, right. Ex-cuuuze me.” Pul ing out a chair, Jason sat down, his knee grazing Kyle’s.
    The touch sent a spark through Kyle’s body. Two excruciatingly long weeks had passed since they’d been alone together. It wouldn’t take much for Kyle to jump Jason’s bones right then and there.
    “Nelson got his letter too,” Kyle said in an effort to calm himself down. “So we’l al three go to Tech. It’s going to be such a blast.” Jason studied Kyle, then glanced down at his cake.
    “What’s the matter?” Kyle asked.
    “I’ve been thinking . . .” Jason paused, gulping a swig of milk as if fortifying himself. “ . . . about coming out to Coach Cameron.” Kyle’s throat clenched as he swal owed his cake. Had he heard right? He knew Jason’s going to the Gay-Straight Al iance had been an enormous step toward coming out. Practical y the whole school knew who went to the meeting, and even straight people who attended got crap for it. Jason tel ing his coach would be an even huger step for him.
    And for Kyle it would also be a tremendous relief. He hated pretending they were just friends. While Jason garnered praise on the court or got interviewed by press, Kyle had to stand by anonymous. When Jason jaunted off to some postgame party, Kyle trudged home alone. Unlike Jason’s