"When we turned the corner, he veered so that his hand brushed mine, and I jerked away. "You really don't like me, do you?" he said. "I don't know you well enough to say that." "Easily fixed. What are you doing after school?" I shook my head as I stopped at my locker. He leaned against the one beside it. I started my combination. "I suspect I could spend every evening this week with you and I wouldn't know you any better than I do right now." "Sure you would. Anything you want to know, I'll tell you." "That's the key word, isn't it? What I to know. Not necessarily the truth." His lips twitched with what looked like genuine amusement. "Are you calling me a poseur? I should be offended." "You could prove me wrong." I stuffed my bag in, took out my binder, then gestured at the cigarette in his hand. "Smoke that." "In here? I think that's against the rules." "Which shouldn't bother you at all, if you're the rebel you pretend to be."