"So, what are you doing after school?" he asked. "You don't give up, do you?" "Nope, so you might as well surrender now." "And that's exactly what make you back off, isn't it?" He arched his brows, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. "You like the chase," I said. "But once you get a girl, you back off before you can collect the prize. Kind of missing the point, I think." "Huh. You're right. Tell you what, go out with me and you can show me how it's done." I'd walked right into that. I headed to the empty classroom, set my books on my desk, and opened the blinds for Mrs. Morris. Rafe sat on the edge of a desk. "You're right. I chase hard, but once I get to know a girl, I realize she's not right for me." He met my gaze, his eyes earnest and soulful. "I guess I haven't found the one I'm looking for." I sputtered a laugh. "And you think I might be it. The girl you've been yearning for. Dreaming of. Your soul mate." I laughed even harder and shook my head. "Please tell me that line doesn't actually work on--" "Rafael..." said a voice from the door. "I should have known. Cornering girls in classrooms so they can't run away. Desperate. And kind of pathetic."