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person, you shouldn't act like a stalker." I ducked under his arm and broke into a jog.
    "I'm Kevin Moore!" He shouted after me. "What's your name?"
    "I'm not telling you!" I shouted back. A classroom door opened and an angry face peered out.
    "Keep it down out here!" We both cleared out of the hall.
    I really didn't want to but I kept thinking about him on and off the rest of the morning. I was thinking about him again when I returned to the cafeteria for lunch. Joyce was waiting for me. We sat down together at the table and I told her what had happened after I left the library.
    "He really has a lot of nerve," she said.
    "What are you talking about?" Phyllis joined us with a heavily-laden tray.
    "Nothing," I replied with an embarrassed shrug.
    "It is something," Joyce said. "This boy has been bothering her."
    Phyllis's eyes opened wide with avid interest. "Which boy? Do I know him?"
    "His name’s Kevin Moore,” I said. “And I doubt that you know him. He said he'd just transferred here for his senior year."
    "Kevin Moore? Is that Caron's brother?"
    The question surprised me. I hadn't made the connection, although now that Phyllis mentioned it, they did look somewhat alike. "Could be. I don't know."
    Her eyes narrowed in her moon-shaped face. "Is he tall, handsome and very dark?"
    "Not that tall, about five nine or ten, but, yes, he’s handsome and dark — black hair, straight and shiny, and eyes like coals."
    "That's him all right! And he tried to hit on you?" Phyllis looked awe-struck. Well, who could blame her?
    I moved uncomfortably in my chair. "He implied an interest."
    Joyce snorted. “Understatement.”
    Phyllis raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you can tell me if he came on to you, Danna. I mean he does have that reputation."
    Joyce leaned forward with interest. "How do you know about him and his reputation? He’s new in our school."
    Phyllis wet her lips. "My neighbor is Joanne Harper. You know her, don't you? She's a senior this year too. Anyway, she was dating him for a while over the summer. I think they met at the club."
    "Joanne Harper — isn't she that blond baton twirler with the stupid giggle?" Joyce asked.
    "She doesn't giggle much anymore. In fact, Joanne's been pretty upset since Kevin Moore broke up with her."
    "I don't want to hear gossip," I said, worrying my lower lip. "Who wants to hear about people we don't even know?"
    Phyllis lifted her chin, a smug expression on her round face. "Well, I know all about them and maybe you should too. I hear he's someone to watch out for. Joanne's mother told my mom all about it. He's a womanizer."
    "What exactly does that mean?" I asked.
    "He's a lady-killer, dates a lot of different girls all the time. Then he dumps them when they start getting serious about him."
    "That's not surprising. He can't be more than seventeen or eighteen. That’s too young to get serious about anybody." Why was I defending someone I didn’t really know or like?
    "True," Phyllis agreed, "but he does move kind of fast. Joanne really liked him a lot. She says he turned out to be a playboy. Anyway, Mrs. Harper is happy it's over. She thought he was too sophisticated for Joanne."
    "Mickey Mouse is too sophisticated for her," Joyce remarked.
    "Well, Mrs. Harper thought she smelled liquor on his breath once or twice. She told my mother all about it. If you ask me, you ought to be very careful around someone like that. He's obviously looking to chalk up another conquest. He's just a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy."
    "I'll keep that in mind," I told her.
    "Just trying to be a friend," Phyllis said taking a large mouthful of pizza.
    We didn't talk about Kevin Moore anymore at lunch, much to my relief. But walking to the bus, the subject of Kevin Moore came up all over again. There he was in his blood-red Corvette looking like the coolest kid on the planet. He honked and waved.
    "Not again!" Joyce said in an exasperated voice and rolled her eyes.
    "Don't worry,