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“Go ahead. Open it,” Whit­tak­er said.

If I made a big stink about this, we would on­ly draw more at­ten­tion. And right now, the one per­son who re­al­ly didn't need to see this was hid­den from view.

“God, Reed, what's the hes­ita­tion?” Ki­ran asked. “It's jew­el­ry.”

'You're giv­ing her jew­el­ry?" Josh asked, look­ing an­noyed.

“It's not a big deal,” Whit­tak­er said. “Just open it, Reed.”

I sm

iled at Whit­tak­er, em­bar­rassed for both of us, and took the box. I quick­ly lift­ed the lid and re­moved the small black vel­vet box in­side. My hands trem­bled as I strug­gled to crack it open. Fi­nal­ly it popped wide with a creak, startling me. The whole thing al­most slipped out of my fin­gers, but I caught it just in time.

“Holy crap,” I blurt­ed.

Ev­ery­one laughed. Sit­ting against the black satin were two large, square di­amonds. Ear­rings. More ex­pen­sive than any­thing I had ev­er owned, or would ev­er own, in my life­time prob­ably. Tay­lor and Ki­ran both stood on their toes to see in­to the box. Lon­don and Vi­en­na both knelt on their chairs and turned around, near­ly knock­ing each oth­er over to get a look.

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“What the hell?” Lon­don blurt­ed, earn­ing an ad­mon­ish­ing whack from Vi­en­na. Lon­don dropped back in­to her chair and sulked.

“Wow. Nice choice, Whit,” Ki­ran said. “You have a good eye.”

Whit­tak­er beamed at the praise. “I was in town for din­ner with my grand­moth­er last night and I saw them in a shop win­dow and I just knew you had to have them,” he said. “What do you think? Do you like them?”

Di­amond ear­rings. My very own di­amond ear­rings. All the oth­er girls at the ta­ble had sim­ilar pairs. When­ev­er they wore them I tried not to stare, not to cov­et. But now I had my own. I had no idea what to say. Ex­cept why, why, why was he giv­ing these to me?

“They're . . . they're gor­geous,” I told him. Then I screwed up ev­ery ounce of strength in my soul to add, “But I can't ac­cept them.”

“Sure you can,” Whit­tak­er said, with­out miss­ing a beat.

“They're too much,” I said.

“Reed,” Noelle said through her teeth. “Don't be rude.”

I glanced around at the girls. They were all giv­ing me the same ad­mon­ish­ing look. Was that what I would be do­ing if I didn't take these ear­rings that prob­ably could have paid for my en­tire tu­ition? If I got him back that mon­ey so that he wouldn't be wast­ing it on some­one who was not now, nor would ev­er be, at­tract­ed to him? If I re­fused to lead him on, would that be rude in their world?

From the death glares I was cur­rent­ly field­ing, ap­par­ent­ly so.

I looked up at Whit. He looked so hope­ful and hap­py. The last

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thing I want­ed to do was hu­mil­iate him in front of ev­ery­one. And be­sides, Con­stance would be re-?emerg­ing from the lunch line at any sec­ond. I couldn't let her see this. Un­less I want­ed to crush her.

“Thank you, Whit. This was re­al­ly . . . sweet of you,” I said fi­nal­ly. I closed the box and placed it back in­side the larg­er one.

“It was my plea­sure,” he said with a self-?sat­is­fied grin.

Then he glanced over my shoul­der. “Oh! There's Mrs. Sol­er­no. I haven't seen her yet. My grand­moth­er would kill me if I didn't say hel­lo.”

Who was this grand­moth­er? And how could I get her to stop tak­ing him in­to town and let­ting him blow his wad on ill-?ad­vised gifts?

“I'll be right back,” he said.

Then he squeezed my shoul­der and walked off.

“Wow. I guess Whit re­al­ly likes you,” Ar­iana said the sec­ond he was gone.

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