A limo. Wow. I knew that Chris's father was a big-time lawyer in Toronto and his mother was a doctor. They definitely didn't have to worry about money.

My mom, on the other hand, wrote romance novels. The non-office freedom of her job helped when she had to make her sudden marriage moves around North America. As long as she had her laptop she could write from anywhere. But my father? I had no idea what he did for a living. I'd never known him.

He'd left my mom when she was still pregnant with me.

"This is good," Chris said. "I've wanted to ask you out since you moved here. I guess I was worried you'd say no."

I almost laughed out loud at that. Who in their right mind would say no to Chris Sanders?

"Well, then I guess it's good that I said yes."

"It is." He put his hand against the locker next to my head and leaned in toward me. He was so close now that I could feel the warmth from his body. "And I wanted to tell you something else, but I'm a day late."

"What's that?" I breathed. His mouth was only inches away from mine.

"Happy birthday."

"You know it was my birthday yesterday?" He nodded. "Did you have a good one?" "There was cake. Chocolate." "That sounds exciting."

"It was," I said with mock seriousness. "It really was." "Well, happy birthday, Nikki." He leaned closer and kissed me.

I was kissing Chris Sanders. I'd dreamed about this so many times since I'd moved here, but never thought I'd actually get the chance.

Kissing him. In the public hallway at school.

I could die happily now.

When he leaned back from me, I was about to say something-I wasn't even sure what-when Chris glanced to his left.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked with a frown.

I swiveled around to see that the same guy who'd been staring at me earlier in the cafeteria was down the hall from us.