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a couple of times at me, like he’s trying to place how he knows me.
    “I’m in your English class,” I say, leaning toward him a bit. “With Mrs. Miller? I’m Brooke.”
    “Oh yeah,” Carter says, smiling now. I’m not sure if he’s happy because A) of me, B) it’s polite, or C) English is his favorite class. “Hey.”
    I smile again. Carter looks expectantly at Chris. Chris is doing his best to look anywhere but at Carter or Cassie. Cassie is still mute. Funny how when her boyfriend is around, she’s just not her normal, flirty, bubbly self.
    “This,” I say, nodding in Chris’s direction, “is Chris.”
    “Hey,” Carter says again with a nod at Chris.
    More silence.
    “Well, it was so nice running into you guys,” I say. “We better get in line for our drinks. I’m freezing.” I rub my arms briskly with my hands just to really bring it home.
    “Oh, yeah. We better get back to our seats with ours,” Cassie says, lifting her cup.
    Hallelujah! She speaks!
    “See you in class, Carter,” I say sweetly.
    “Yeah, see ya,” he says and gives me a little wave.
    Carter and Cassie walk back toward the stands and Cassie briefly looks over her shoulder at Chris. I roll my eyes. These two are freaking unbelievable.
    Hmm. I wonder if Chris’s family dinner has suddenly been cancelled?
    We get our drinks and walk toward our seats. “You go ahead,” I tell him. “I want to run back for a heat sleeve. The cup’s burning my fingers.”
    Chris nods and keeps going. I return to the front of the line at the concession stand. Blech. Delaney’s standing there. Well, I don’t have to talk to her. Just need to reach by her really fast and grab a sleeve.
    I pluck one out of the box and turn to go when I hear Delaney mumble, “Quit.”
    I look up, startled. Is she talking to me? “Excuse me?” I say.
    But she doesn’t turn around. Just keeps staring straight ahead. I must be hearing things. I take a step away from the concession stand and this time she coughs and says louder, “Quit the club.”
    Okay, this time she’s definitely talking to me. “Delaney, do you have something you want to say?” I ask. But she still ignores me. “Whatever. I’m not quitting so just get over it.” I walk away before she can pretend to not say anything else to me. What a witch.
     

Chapter 11: Truth or Dare
    I don’t hang around to find out if Chris is still going to his family dinner, a.k.a, date with Cassie. As soon as the game is over, I wave a quick goodbye and pile into Shannon’s car with her, Lizzie, and Emma. We make a pit stop at Emma’s to change from our uniforms into our party clothes: Lizzie dons a short brown, round neck baby doll dress with platform loafers; Shannon rocks a skin-tight red v-neck top, tight black jeans, and black high-heel boots; and Emma dresses in a sparkly silver top with matching handbag, short denim skirt and silver ballet flats. I put on a baggy black hoodie sweater, frayed jeans, and my favorite Skechers. Sure, I’m dressed down more than the other girls but what am I celebrating tonight?
    Lizzie’s plan is well underway. We’ve been at the party for maybe twenty minutes and two cookies and Shannon’s already got the whole room playing truth or dare. Lizzie keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs in anticipation for her turn.
    “Brooke’s turn,” Melanie, one of the oboe players, says. “Truth or dare?”
    I contemplate this for a minute. Well, the truth can’t be too hard. At least five people have already asked me, “Where’s Chris?” tonight so it isn’t likely they’ll ask me that one again. “Truth,” I say.
    “Where did you get your pink scarf?” Melanie asks, rubbing her hands together, eager for my answer.
    Shoot. I can’t tell them that. I unconsciously finger the pink scarf tied around my wrist, under my sweater sleeve. “What scarf?” I ask.
    “The one you’re touching right now,” Melanie replies, pointing.
    Rayne smirks from her spot, three seats