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what’s up?” she bobbed her knee up and down; the table’s legs shook
     from her nervous habit.
    “Well, your dad and I have been talking a lot lately, and we think that maybe it’s
     time for you to start getting more serious about your college applications. You haven’t
     entirely missed out on the deadlines yet.” Harley coughed, placing a hand over her
     mouth. Her now full stomach was, like she had figured, at war with the anxiety that
     had been building.
    No, not the college thing! Anything but that!
    “I know it’s been a rough couple of years, Har, but you’ve got to start thinking about
    your future now, rather than putting it on hold for your brother.” Harley blinked; disbelief
     took over her emotions as she stared back at her mother.
    Damn. The woman was blunt.
    “I know, Mom.” And yeah, she actually did. The problem was that Harley didn’t think
    her heart could deal with the whole going away to college thing , especially if she had to go without David.
    Harley and her brother did everything together. Walking, talking, riding bikes, starting
    kindergarten, every milestone you could think of. Being without her brother, this
     major step in life was not a fathomable option.
    But apparently her mother had other ideas.
    “Okay, fine, Mom. Next weekend, we’ll sit down and fill out a few applications.”
    God, what was she saying? Why was she agreeing to this?
    Her mother squealed her obvious approval, clapping her hands as she jabbered away,
    “Yay! I’m so glad you finally feel the same way, Har! I promise you, this is for the
     best!”
    Harley nodded and sighed, but her heart wasn’t feeling it. But it didn’t matter how
     she
    felt, did it. She’d do pretty much anything to make her parents happy, especially
     since it was her fault their lives were so screwed up to begin with.
    Her ears took in the familiar squeaking of her brother’s wheels, and she sat back,
    glancing down at the time on her cell. Crap. Seven thirty. She had to go!
    She stood, took her plate to the sink, and somehow, her feet led her towards the front
    door. That conversation had rocked her world, and not in a good, happy way either.
    “Love you, Mom. Love you, David,” she waved over her shoulder, sighing as David
    grunted his response.
    He was definitely not a morning person.
    She grabbed her wristlet and messenger bag from the nearby end table, and headed out
    towards her car. As soon as she got settled, seat buckled, radio blasted to drown
     out her thoughts, her cell phone chimed from her pocket. She dug it out, immediately
     regretting her decisions when some seriously high pitched squealing assaulted her
     ears.
    She groaned at the voice. Abigail and her dramatics...
    “What the hell, Abs? Did you just win the lottery or something?” She put the device
     on
    hands free. A small smile graced her lips anyways as her best friend continued on
     with her
    excited outburst.
    “You will never believe this, Harley … The hottie guy? From Friday night? He’s my new neighbor! I
     totally just saw him and his sister on the way to their car, so I decided to say hey!
    Anywho … the sister, who’s actually pretty cool by the way, told me that they were
     going to be attending Hillsdale High. Can you believe it? Eeeek!”
    Harley’s jaw dropped, as her best friend’s words blurred together. No … no freaking
    way! This boy was supposed to have disappeared from her life, not reappear like a nightmare.
    “Lovely…” Harley whispered under her breath, trying to shake the anxiety blossoming
     in
    her chest. A sick day should have been in order at that point …
    She clenched the steering wheel, cracking her neck from side to side, attempting to
     relive
    the tension that was building. That brown-blond head of hotness was so infuriating
     and so damn cocky that there was no way in all hell that she’d be able to deal with
     him on a day-in day-out basis.
    “Come on now, Har. I know you’ve been dying to see him