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handsome genius was one of them. I’m sure they all conjured up visions of themselves as suave and debonair, with easy-going smiles, yet smart as a whip. When they looked at Guy, they no longer saw themselves as goofy, geeky math nerds. They became polished, confident, and hip.  They cheered him on with gusto.
    Finally, it was down to two schools, Glendale and Maricopa. For two rounds in a row, both schools answered all three questions correctly, and the room filled with tension. The Proctor called for a sudden-death round. Each school would put up its best competitor to tackle one killer problem. The first to answer correctly would be the champion.
    Maricopa huddled over who to send up against us.
    “I should go,” Tran said suddenly. We looked at him, stunned.
    “Excuse me?”
    “I’m captain. We’re all good. But I studied harder.”
    Maricopa chose Ben Webster, who was clearly their best. The wait was on as we continued to huddle.
    “I think Guy should go,” I said.
    “That’s ‘cause you’re in love with him!” snapped Tran.
    “What?”
    “I see through you, Megan Barnett.”
    Suddenly, out of nowhere, a slow chant bubbled up in the crowd.
“Guy, Guy, Guy, Guy.”
We three looked at one another, not sure what to make of it. It was as if Guy had hypnotized them all.
    “It’s a trick,” stammered Tran. “They want us to lose.”
    We all knew that wasn’t true. As the moments passed the chanting began to build, until it seemed everyone: friends, strangers, even teachers were enthusiastically chanting the name:
“Guy, Guy, GUY.”
    “I got this,” Guy said softly.
    “But—”
    He stepped forward. Rousing, boisterous applause filled the auditorium. It was as if he’d already won.
    The problem chosen was a form of math called combinatorics. It was a mind-boggling problem whose answer would be a complicated mathematical equation. Guy completed it in two minutes flat. The crowd didn’t wait for the proctor to check his work and tell him if he was right. The moment he hit the bell, they broke into thunderous applause, amid more chants of
Guy, Guy, Guy, Guy, Guy...
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    We won.
    We were carried out of the auditorium on waves of applause. I’d been to my share of math challenges, but never before had I witnessed the good-natured well wishes we received from all the competitors for winning. Because of Guy, we had achieved a geek version of rock star status.
    I sat in the back between Tran and Guy on the bus ride home. As the bus pulled out of the lot we sang, “Who Let The Dogs Out”and then, “We Are The Champions.”
    Erin came back and congratulated us. “You rocked! Matt and I were the ones leading the Guy cheers.”
    Gradually the bus quieted. It was a stressful day, and many of the others began nodding off on the ride home. But not us. We were still feeding off the adrenaline that had fired us through the event.
    “I’m captain.” Tran’s words came from a dark place.
    “Not this again,” I squawked. “We won! Get over yourself.”
    “I could have done that problem. Next time I decide,” is all he said before getting up and squeezing in next to Geoffrey.
    Guy and I were finally alone. At first I didn’t notice; I was still concerned over Tran’s sudden departure.
    “Let him go,” Guy said. “He’ll get over it.” He smiled and touched my arm. A jolt of electricity shot through me.
    “Yeah. He will.” My belly fluttered.
    “Actually, I’m glad he’s gone.” Guy’s knee brushed mine. He grinned at me, waiting for a response.
    “Umm… I guess he just wanted to be the hero.”
    “There can only be one hero,” he crooned softly, and he touched my hand.
    Another jolt. No, bigger. Because of Guy’s touch, an electrical storm was raging inside me.
    “Yeah.” The word fell from my lips, a soft tremor.
Get a grip, Megan! This is what you’ve been waiting for.
    “And to the victor goes the spoils. Right?”
    Huh? What does that mean? He leaned in.
    “Right?” he repeated,