"I've got to get Brittany alone if I'm gonna have any chance of saving face saving my Honda. Does her freakout session mean she really doesn't hate me? I've never seen that girl do anything not scripted or 100 percent intentional. She's a robot. Or so I thought. She's always looked and acted like a princess on camera every time I've seen her. Who knew it'd be my bloody arm that would crack her. I look over at Brittany. She's focused on my arm and Miss Koto's ministrations. I wish we were back in the library. I could swear back there she was thinking about getting it on with me. I'm sporting right here in front of Miss Koto just thinking about it. the nurse walks over to the medicine cabinet. Where's a large chem book when you need one? "Let's hang Thursday after school. You know, to work on the outline," I tell Brittany for two reasons. First, I need to stop thinking about getting naked with her in front of Miss Koto. Second, I want Brittany to myself. "I'm busy Thursday," she says. Probably with Burro Face. Obviously she'd rather be with that than me. "Friday then," I say, testing her although I probably shouldn't. Testing a girl like Brittany could put a serious damper on my ego. Although I caught her at a time when she's vulnerable and still shaking from seeing my blood. I admit I'm a manipulative asshole. She bites her bottom lip that she thinks is glossed with the wrong color. "I can't Friday, either." My hard-on is officially deflated. "What about Saturday morning?" she says. "We can meet at the Fairfield Library." "You sure you can pencil me into your busy schedule?" "Shut up. I'll meet you there at ten." "It's a date," I say while Miss Koto, obviously eavesdropping, finishes wrapping my arm with dorky gauze. Brittany gathers her books. "It's not a date, Alex," she says over her shoulder. I grab my book and hurry into the hallway after her. She's walking alone. The loudspeaker music isn't playing so class is still on. "It might not be a date, but you still owe me a kiss. I always collect debts." My chem partner's eyes go from dull to shining mad and full of fire. Mmm, dangerous. I wink at her. "And don't sweat about what lip gloss to wear on Saturday. You'll just have to reapply it after we make out."