What would he do on the weekend, when the school wasn’t open? I could try the shop,he thought. Darian’s workshop was on Crater Road—Stacy could take the bus down there and it would be the two of them again, no classroom surrounding them, no school hemming them in. The thought excited him more than he wanted to admit.
But it was getting late. “Almost three,” Darian said, pushing his stool away from the desk as he stood. “I’ll bet you have better things to do than hang around here with me all day.”
“No,” Stacy replied, a little too quickly. “Not really.” Darian’s indulgent smile made him blush, and he hurried to find something else for them to talk about, something to keep them here longer. The thought of going home to his empty apartment—or worse, to Lamar—made him desperate to stay. “So I guess you and Dean are pretty tight?”
Slowly Darian’s smile disappeared. Oh shit.Before he could answer Stacy was stammering, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me, I just thought—”