"Why do you come sick" he said. The word skipped across her heart like a series of stones. She met his gaze, unblinking. "Why do you play angry" He mulled he over her question and finally gave her a slow nod. "The answer is somewhere, I can't explain" "Probably" "Lets talk tonight" The teasing faded from his eyes "Can we do that, Savannah" She could hear her mothers warning. Anyone BUT Luke Hemmings.... Anyone but him. She looked at the stage, "You need to go" "Tell me Savannah. We'll find someplace and talks for no more than a hour. Nothing more, I promise" Savannah bit her lip. "Come to the front of the arena, around 11, I'll be waiting" This is based of a Karen Kingsbury book...the beginning are almost the same (giving credit)