Grace and Luke returned to Grace's car, and Grace started driving to an undisclosed location.

"I can't believe this whole Jesus thing," Luke started, still in shock. "And I can't understand why you haven't told Joan. She's your best friend."

"Yeah, she also tends to be loud and yell everything you just told her to the entire student body," Grace replied, glancing over at him. "Remember the whole underwear incident?"

"God, do I ever…"

…Joan's eyes grew wide. "My brother wears BIKINI BRIEFS?!" she screamed.

Grace covered her eyes and Luke turned bright red. Everyone standing in the hallway turned and looked at Luke, most of them smirking…

"You did get pretty red," Grace said. "I was just pulling Joan's leg, but, wow, bikini's."

Luke turned red again. "What type of undergarments a man wears is nobody's business but his own."

Grace rolled her eyes. "Come on, Girardi. That act isn't going to work on me. Besides, I don't really care what you have under your chinos, anyway."

"I could've figured as much," Luke muttered to himself.

Grace slammed on the brakes, clenched her hands around the steering wheel, and growled, "What did you just say?"

"Well, it just figures that you wouldn't be interested in getting into my pants. "I mean, look at the way you act in…."

He was interrupted by Grace leaning over and laying a forceful kiss on him. He started to return the kiss, but Grace backed off and started driving again like nothing happened.

It was silent for a few moments until Luke spoke up. "What made you like this?"

"Like what?" Grace asked, glaring at him.

"What made you such a non-conformist, environmentalist, do-everything-for-yourself type of person? I'm assuming you weren't always like this."

"What – are you a psychoanalyst now?"

"I just want to know why you push everyone away."

"Why don't you tell me, Freud? You seem to have everything all figured out."

"No, I don't," Luke said, frustrated. "I want to know the real Grace. Not the fundalmentalist, anti-everything Grace I see in school."

"Well, that's touching, but this is the real Grace. It's not like I live some secret life where I actually care about clothes and make-up. If you don't like the real me, I suggest going back to Miss Science Geek."

"Grace, don't you get it?" Luke shouted impatiently. "I've always liked you. I just went out with Glynis because I'm an idiot and listened to Friedman. I might be smart when it comes to science, but I'm a total moron at things like telling your sister's best friend that when she comes over to study for chemistry, I don't study. How am I supposed to say I just sit and stare at her the entire time, thinking about how beautiful she is?"

Grace looked a trifle flustered, but she recovered in her normal manner. "I think you need to get the your prescription for those glasses checked."

"Grace, why can't you accept a compliment when someone gives you one? If your goal is to make everyone hate you, it didn't work."

"Look, I just don't want to be some materialistic bimbo that thrives on the attention of men. There are a lot more important things to life than waiting for the quarterback of the football team to ask you out."

"You want to go out with the quarterback of our football team?" Grace gave him a dirty look and he nodded. "Right. But just because you say thank you when someone says you're pretty doesn't mean war is going to erupt in Ethiopia or something. It just means you accept the fact that you are beautiful."

Grace looked at the steering wheel and said, "Hate to break it to you, Einstein, but I'm not a supermodel." She finally looked at him, and for a moment, he could see the tiniest sliver of sadness in her eyes.

Luke took her hand in his and replied, "I know you're not. That's what makes you so beautiful."

Grace started laughing. "This is getting way too Adam-and-Joan for me. I'm not going to put up with any lovey dovey crap."

"So, then, what's the meaning of this relationship?" Luke wondered.

"I hope you're not above making out. But not in school."

Luke laughed nervously. "You're joking, right?"

Grace answered him by pulling him close to her and kissing him. She pushed him down in the seat, and their bodies disappeared from sight.