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and hide behind his curls.
                  “I know,” Genny says. “I can’t believe it, either.”
    “Isn’t that something you do when you’re serious?” he says, then realizes his words don’t sound so good outside his head and tries to make up for it, “I mean, we’ve been dating a few weeks—“
                  “Seven and a half,” she corrects him.
                  “OK, but still—she wants to meet my mother?”
                  Genny nods.
                  “You don’t even want to meet my mother,” he points out.
                  “I’ve met her,” she defends herself.
                  “You said hello.”
                  “Several times,” Genny points out. “One time I even talked to her for fifteen minutes.” Really, she listened while Hunter’s mother carried on about work—she’s a legal assistant—and how much she doesn’t like it.
                  “OK,” Hunter allows. “That fifteen minutes was probably more than I talk to her in an entire week.”
                  “So, what are we going to do?”
                  “Stall?” Hunter suggests.
                  Genny shrugs. That’s not the answer she was hoping for. She doesn’t like the idea of her mom and Hunter’s mom meeting and she definitely doesn’t want to be trapped at a dinner table between them for a full hour trying to find something to talk about, but she wishes Hunter wasn’t so freaked out about it.
                  “Maybe,” she suggests, “we could set something up. Something short and sweet. Like coffee. How long could that last?”
                  “No.” Hunter is shaking his head. He pulls his hand away and turns so that her back is up against the wall. She realizes that they’ve arrived at her next class. Calculus I. “It’s too soon,” he complains. “Maybe this summer,” but his voice is spongy with doubt, like he doesn’t believe they’ll even get that far. “If we need to.”
                  “If we need to?” Genny repeats, wanting him to clarify that.
                  “We could find a way out of it by then.”
                  He smiles. It should feel like sunshine, but an icy spot blooms on her back, between her shoulder blades.
                  He drops a kiss on her head and steps back. “See you at lunch.”
                  Genny pushes away from the wall and slips into the classroom before the bell rings. This time her desk, in the exact center of the room, is vacant. She sits down and lets her back pack fall into her lap. What just happened with Hunter?
                  It definitely felt like the Great Brush Off. Genny has watched plenty of those play out in the halls or in the cafeteria—high school is sometimes a stage.
                  And Hunter kissed her on the head, like she’s a puppy.
                  A little late, she wonders why the thought of losing him doesn’t devastate her.
                  Because I’m not Jane Eyre. Or Juliet.
                  And Hunter was never Romeo material. He’s just too sunny. Too Golden Retrieverish. Even the way he put her off just then—he had a smile on his face and practically bounced down the hall to his class like the world couldn’t be a better place.
                  It must be nice, living inside a bubble.
                  Her lips twist as she recognizes the sour grapes in the thought. Hunter is sunshine. She’s always been as moody as a boiling gray sky. Even though she has it so good.
                  Her thoughts are interrupted before she can get her pity party off the ground. A shadow falls over her. You’d think it would make her feel colder. Nope, heat rises to the surface of her skin and she