"So you did get it?" I asked, suddenly babbling. "I wasn't sure. I mean, sometimes we don't get very good reception at school. But I guess you know that, living on a farm and all." Shut up, shut up, shut up . He smiled slowly. "Hunter, are you nervous?" "Shut up." "Are you going to ask me to prom?" he teased. "Shut up," I repeated, choking on a horrified laugh. He grinned. "I look pretty good in a tux." I rolled my eyes, suddenly comfortable again. "And you're so refreshingly modest."