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draining the tension from my shoulders as the anger seeped out of me. I couldn’t help but join him.
“You’re bad,” I chided.
“You’re probably right about that, too.”
We didn’t say much more to each other for the rest of the trip, but there was a tension—yes, sexual—between us that I couldn’t help but notice.
While Guy and I chatted very little, Erin and I talked all the way to Salesian… Well, Erin talked. About school: “Matt and I are thinking of taking some classes together next semester. I know I’m in honors, but with me helping him, I think he could do the work…” About me and Guy: “You two make the cutest couple… Well,
almost
the cutest couple…” Even about world events: “Ugh! There’s so much war in the world today. I sure am glad Matt’s too young to go into the army. He’s such a hero, you know he would.”
It was pleasing that my two best friends were dating—pleasing but annoying.
#
The Championships were held in Salesian High School’s auditorium. Salesian was one of the largest high schools in Phoenix. Schools from the entire West Valley were competing, ten schools in all. The winner would go to the regional championships.
The large hall was already beginning to fill with geeky spectators and their parents when we arrived.
“Look,” called Erin. “There’s Matt.” Matt was seated alone near the back. When he saw us he waved.
“What’s
he
doing here?”
“He gave up his Saturday morning and drove all the way here to cheer us on. Isn’t that sweet?” Erin waved back.
“Uh-huh.”
I have never been able to get Matt to go to anything I have ever participated in: bake sales, school plays, talent shows, and forget about asking him to come to something academic. For an event that even hinted at education he wouldn’t even bother to lie and say
‘maybe.’
And yet here he was. It was clear Matt wasn’t here to cheer us on; he was here to see his
girlfriend
. A butterfly of jealousy fluttered through my belly.
The format chosen for the challenge is what’s known as a countdown round. Ten three-contestant teams stand at ten podiums. A problem is flashed up on a projector screen. A member from each team is chosen to answer the problem. You had three minutes to answer correctly.
Mrs. Brewster offered a few words of encouragement before leaving the three of us on stage and joining the others in the audience.
“Okay, I will decide who gets what question,” Tran said as soon as she was gone.
“Shouldn’t we talk about it? You don’t want to give anyone a question they can’t answer.”
“We studied this stuff. If you were paying attention, you could answer any question. Don’t blow this for us, Barnett.”
I was about to tell him it wasn’t me who was going to blow it, when the first question flashed up on the screen.
“I got it,” said Guy the moment the problem appeared. He hit the bell.
Ding!
“But—”
“I got it!” He repeated. He shot Tran a defiant stare.
“Cool,” said Tran, although I could tell he wasn’t pleased. “Knock it out.”
Guy and four others got the problem right. We were on our way.
We each answered our questions correctly, and one by one, teams began falling by the wayside.
I was surprised at how many people showed up for the event. It wasn’t a full house, but there was a nice crowd cheering each time one of their sons, daughters, or classmates got something right. As schools began dropping out the cheering actually increased, as fans started choosing their favorites among those who remained.
The overwhelming favorite was Guy.
While most of the contestants worked frantically as they raced to figure out the problems, Guy breezed through his at a relaxed pace. And he was always the first one finished. It was as if he already knew what was coming.
The audience noticed his cool demeanor and bad boy charm and gravitated toward it. The biggest nerds in the county were in that audience, and this cool,
“You’re bad,” I chided.
“You’re probably right about that, too.”
We didn’t say much more to each other for the rest of the trip, but there was a tension—yes, sexual—between us that I couldn’t help but notice.
While Guy and I chatted very little, Erin and I talked all the way to Salesian… Well, Erin talked. About school: “Matt and I are thinking of taking some classes together next semester. I know I’m in honors, but with me helping him, I think he could do the work…” About me and Guy: “You two make the cutest couple… Well,
almost
the cutest couple…” Even about world events: “Ugh! There’s so much war in the world today. I sure am glad Matt’s too young to go into the army. He’s such a hero, you know he would.”
It was pleasing that my two best friends were dating—pleasing but annoying.
#
The Championships were held in Salesian High School’s auditorium. Salesian was one of the largest high schools in Phoenix. Schools from the entire West Valley were competing, ten schools in all. The winner would go to the regional championships.
The large hall was already beginning to fill with geeky spectators and their parents when we arrived.
“Look,” called Erin. “There’s Matt.” Matt was seated alone near the back. When he saw us he waved.
“What’s
he
doing here?”
“He gave up his Saturday morning and drove all the way here to cheer us on. Isn’t that sweet?” Erin waved back.
“Uh-huh.”
I have never been able to get Matt to go to anything I have ever participated in: bake sales, school plays, talent shows, and forget about asking him to come to something academic. For an event that even hinted at education he wouldn’t even bother to lie and say
‘maybe.’
And yet here he was. It was clear Matt wasn’t here to cheer us on; he was here to see his
girlfriend
. A butterfly of jealousy fluttered through my belly.
The format chosen for the challenge is what’s known as a countdown round. Ten three-contestant teams stand at ten podiums. A problem is flashed up on a projector screen. A member from each team is chosen to answer the problem. You had three minutes to answer correctly.
Mrs. Brewster offered a few words of encouragement before leaving the three of us on stage and joining the others in the audience.
“Okay, I will decide who gets what question,” Tran said as soon as she was gone.
“Shouldn’t we talk about it? You don’t want to give anyone a question they can’t answer.”
“We studied this stuff. If you were paying attention, you could answer any question. Don’t blow this for us, Barnett.”
I was about to tell him it wasn’t me who was going to blow it, when the first question flashed up on the screen.
“I got it,” said Guy the moment the problem appeared. He hit the bell.
Ding!
“But—”
“I got it!” He repeated. He shot Tran a defiant stare.
“Cool,” said Tran, although I could tell he wasn’t pleased. “Knock it out.”
Guy and four others got the problem right. We were on our way.
We each answered our questions correctly, and one by one, teams began falling by the wayside.
I was surprised at how many people showed up for the event. It wasn’t a full house, but there was a nice crowd cheering each time one of their sons, daughters, or classmates got something right. As schools began dropping out the cheering actually increased, as fans started choosing their favorites among those who remained.
The overwhelming favorite was Guy.
While most of the contestants worked frantically as they raced to figure out the problems, Guy breezed through his at a relaxed pace. And he was always the first one finished. It was as if he already knew what was coming.
The audience noticed his cool demeanor and bad boy charm and gravitated toward it. The biggest nerds in the county were in that audience, and this cool,
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