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I immediately stand up and see Zach. Today he is wearing black skinny jeans, a red and black flannel, and a light gray beanie.

The moment he sees me, he smiles. "Let's get to school, Joey!" he says in his smooth, tenor voice.

Today is the 1st day of school and it's our Junior year of high school.

We head out the door after saying good bye to Ms. Serenity. She shouts out the door "Good luck, Zechariah!"

I try to remember if we have tests on the first day. Why would his mother be wishing him luck?

We run out to his truck and get headed to Allsbrooke High School.

"Mornin' Zach!" I say brightly. "Do we have a test today? Is that why Serenity wished you luck?"

"Mom is just assuming I have a thing for a chick at school."

"Oh . . . How come you never told me? Is she nice and do I know her?"

"I never told you because I knew you'd freak the hell out and she is amazing and yes, you might know her."

"Yes! Is she pretty and smart? Are you asking her out or are you just getting to know her?"

"I've known her for quite a while, but I'm not asking her out. She'd probably spike me and, yes, she is the prettiest girl in school and the smartest person I know."

"Hey! You jerk! I thought I was the smartest person you know?" I nudge his leg playfully.

We are pulling into the school lot when he says "If I tell you who she is, will you help me get her to say yes?"

"Of course! I'd be most honored in helping you find love!"

" 'Kay. Thanks. I got invited to a party by the way anf I wanted to know if you'd go with me?"

"NO! Ask the girl to go with you. This is one of the best opportunities you'll ever get. I would say yes, if I was asked by someone I liked."

At this, Zach growls protectively. "They better be good to you if they do. How about we go to the beach instead of staying here? I still have the picnic blanket in the bed. We can go stop at the grocery store and get food."

The consequences of this immediately flashes through my mind. I could get into so much trouble if Maria ever found out.

She could ground me or forvid me from hanging out with Zach. But the allure of the beach and Zach gets me to agree.

We pull out of the parking lot and head to Walmart. Once we get there we walk over to the bakery to get some bread.

"Which one do you want, Joey?"

"French, of course!"

"Of course", Zach says with a smile.

Then we head to the deli to get some turkey. After, we head to go get mayonaise and then check out and leave.

We pull out of the parking lot and drive down to the beach.

Once we get close enough, I climb into the bed through the window, to get the groceries and once the truck pulls to a complete stop, I grab the blanket, lay it out on the sand and start making sandwiches.

Zach starts to take off his short and beanie. I quickly look away with a blush creeping up my cheeks, because I know that beneath his shirt is a toned stomach.

Now that I think about it, the heat is sweltering and I'm not ashamed of my body so I start to pull my jeans off. I do stary blushing, though, because I'm wearing boxer shorts underneath.

Zach starts laughing, but he is blushing something fierce, too. Then I pull my shirt off, too. His face turns even redder.

I braid my hair to keep it off my face and set down to eat. Zach joins me on thw blanket.

I focus on his face before saying, " So. . . What's her name?"

He sighs and lays down on the blanket and motions for me to do the same.

I close my eyes and hear him turn so I open my eyes and he sighs again. He says, "Josephine."