“IS he looking?” I asked Jessie about Lars. I mean, she could check on my sort-of boyfriend without raising anyone’s suspicions, but I had to act normal.

“Nope. You’re in the clear.”

Even though Mick hadn’t touched me yet, I could feel him on me. It was like my body recognized his on a molecular level. And it was electric.

“We need to talk,” he whispered over my shoulder. “Outside.” Secretly, he ran his fingers along the inside of my arm.

I couldn’t turn around, or I’d be found out.

Now?” I murmured, barely able to expand my lungs enough to speak.

“Five minutes. In the parking lot. I drive a green Buick.”


Like nothing had happened, I picked up my lunch tray and followed Jessie right back to our table. Mick was already gone.

Film at Eleven

A Novel by


Copyright 2011 by Tara Nelsen-Yeackel

Cover Art © 2011 by Brittany Cain

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