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that Katie was always helping me. She is a good friend, and I canât in a million years think of why Callie would have thrown her over for that mean and snobby group of girls. It really meant that something was wrong with Callie. Anyway, we didnât come up with a plan right then, but Katie promised to keep thinking about it, and obviously, I would too.
We finished our shopping and then checked out. The purchase was expensive, and I was not psyched. I like to make money, not spend it. Let me correct that. I donât mind laying out cash if I know Iâll make some back on the outlay, but I hate spending money like this, knowing it will go to nothing. I tried explaining this to Katie.
âBut youâll get a good grade!â she protested. âAnd you love good grades!â
âI know, but itâs like buying a grade.â
âLots of kids buy grades. I mean, thatâs what tutoring is, isnât it?â
âMaybe . . . â (That made me stop and think. Maybe tutoring would be a good business to get into one day. Good hours, working with kids, doing stuff you already know how to do, being your own boss . . .)
âEarth to Alexis!â said Katie, and we laughed.
My mom took us for ice cream after the shopping, and we had a lot of fun.
We didnât run into anyone we knew, and that was just fine by me.
That night, as I lay in my bed in the dark, I thought about Olivia and why she makes me feel so bad. I think itâs because she knows how to hit me where it hurts by accusing me of nerdiness and some kind of pigginess, as if all I do is think about food or sweets or homework. In general, I am having a great time living my life. I love school, I like working hard and getting good grades. I like running a business and making money, and I love my friends and family (except Dylanânot all the time, anyway). But I do sometimes wonder if Iâm doing it all wrong. Like, maybe I should be out trying to run with the cool pack or not caring so much about doing well, butinstead relaxing more and just hanging out. Maybe Iâm trying too hard to be a little adult. Maybe I am a nerd.
Am I?
Do I care?
âYes, a little bitâ is the answer to both, but Iâm not going to do anything about it. Like I said, Iâm mostly happy in my life. Except whenever I see Olivia.
I rolled over, thinking with dread about what attack she would come up with tomorrow and whether it would be quiet and mean or public and humiliating. I thought about apologizing, but also what I could then do or say to gain back my power from her.
Sighing deeply, I tried to come to terms with the idea that it wouldnât be something I could plan ahead for; it would just have to happen naturally. In the wild.
CHAPTER 8
Duck!
I met Matt at school Monday morning before classes started. He was dropping off the plans so Katie and I could review them during lunch. It was a treat and a good omen. After all, if your week starts with a great interaction with your crush, youâre starting from a position of strength. At least thatâs how I chose to see it (rather than that things could only go downhill from there).
He had the outer dimensions of the house plans ready to go and just had to put in the floor dimensions for the upper two stories. He said heâd have it for me by five oâclock today if I wanted to stop by after school. I wanted to hug him in gratitude, but I didnât have the nerve, so I just thanked him profusely.
âIt was fun,â he said. âThe notes from you and your granddad were good. Very detailed, but Iâd expect nothing less.â He grinned.
âThanks!â I said, choosing not to see this as a sign that he considered me a detail-obsessed nerd. I wished Olivia and her little flock would walk by me right now so they could see me laughing it up with Matt Taylor, supercutie! But of course they didnât. It did give me an idea,
We finished our shopping and then checked out. The purchase was expensive, and I was not psyched. I like to make money, not spend it. Let me correct that. I donât mind laying out cash if I know Iâll make some back on the outlay, but I hate spending money like this, knowing it will go to nothing. I tried explaining this to Katie.
âBut youâll get a good grade!â she protested. âAnd you love good grades!â
âI know, but itâs like buying a grade.â
âLots of kids buy grades. I mean, thatâs what tutoring is, isnât it?â
âMaybe . . . â (That made me stop and think. Maybe tutoring would be a good business to get into one day. Good hours, working with kids, doing stuff you already know how to do, being your own boss . . .)
âEarth to Alexis!â said Katie, and we laughed.
My mom took us for ice cream after the shopping, and we had a lot of fun.
We didnât run into anyone we knew, and that was just fine by me.
That night, as I lay in my bed in the dark, I thought about Olivia and why she makes me feel so bad. I think itâs because she knows how to hit me where it hurts by accusing me of nerdiness and some kind of pigginess, as if all I do is think about food or sweets or homework. In general, I am having a great time living my life. I love school, I like working hard and getting good grades. I like running a business and making money, and I love my friends and family (except Dylanânot all the time, anyway). But I do sometimes wonder if Iâm doing it all wrong. Like, maybe I should be out trying to run with the cool pack or not caring so much about doing well, butinstead relaxing more and just hanging out. Maybe Iâm trying too hard to be a little adult. Maybe I am a nerd.
Am I?
Do I care?
âYes, a little bitâ is the answer to both, but Iâm not going to do anything about it. Like I said, Iâm mostly happy in my life. Except whenever I see Olivia.
I rolled over, thinking with dread about what attack she would come up with tomorrow and whether it would be quiet and mean or public and humiliating. I thought about apologizing, but also what I could then do or say to gain back my power from her.
Sighing deeply, I tried to come to terms with the idea that it wouldnât be something I could plan ahead for; it would just have to happen naturally. In the wild.
CHAPTER 8
Duck!
I met Matt at school Monday morning before classes started. He was dropping off the plans so Katie and I could review them during lunch. It was a treat and a good omen. After all, if your week starts with a great interaction with your crush, youâre starting from a position of strength. At least thatâs how I chose to see it (rather than that things could only go downhill from there).
He had the outer dimensions of the house plans ready to go and just had to put in the floor dimensions for the upper two stories. He said heâd have it for me by five oâclock today if I wanted to stop by after school. I wanted to hug him in gratitude, but I didnât have the nerve, so I just thanked him profusely.
âIt was fun,â he said. âThe notes from you and your granddad were good. Very detailed, but Iâd expect nothing less.â He grinned.
âThanks!â I said, choosing not to see this as a sign that he considered me a detail-obsessed nerd. I wished Olivia and her little flock would walk by me right now so they could see me laughing it up with Matt Taylor, supercutie! But of course they didnât. It did give me an idea,
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