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boys were way over on the other side of the dining hall. Most of them weren’t even looking at us. They were laughing and talking and acting like they were all just hanging out in their dining hall for no reason. There was a huge empty stretch of floor between the boys and us, practically the size of the Grand Canyon. How would anyone ever walk across that big empty space to get to the other side?
    I could tell right away that none of them had spent all afternoon getting ready for this major event. I suppose they went to the trouble of taking showers. Maybe some of them had even put on clean shirts. To think we put all that energy into looking nice for these boneheads.
    â€œI see three, maybe four guys I could dance with without throwing up,” said Reb.
    â€œWell, I’m not wasting any time,” Jennifer said. “I say, ‘See and be seen.’ ” She pushed to the front of the group of girls, where she’d be more visible. As we stood there, a few people started to dance. Reb kept making sarcastic remarks until a boy walked up and asked her to dance.
    â€œSure, why not?” Miss Casual. So now both Reb and Jennifer were dancing, and I was by myself. I was about to go find Erin or Brittany or one of the fan club girls when I turned around and almost fell over a boy.
    â€œWanna dance?”
    â€œOkay.”
    I followed him out to a spot on the floor. He was okay-looking, but he never even said one word to me. When the song ended, he just walked off.
    Next . But I didn’t say it out loud.
    Then I danced with two other guys—one named Brian and another guy who said his name was Franklin. Maybe he was giving me a fake name, or his last name.
    But the next guy was Ethan, and he was definitely the nicest of the four so far. He was cute. He had long blond skater hair that covered his eyes, and he was wearing jeans and skateboarding shoes. He kept tilting his head back to see out from under his hair.
    After about three dances, it looked like Ethan wasn’t interested in dancing with anyone else, which was fine with me.
    When I saw Reb at the refreshment table, I asked Ethan if he wanted to get a drink. Reb was with a really cute guy named Cole.
    â€œYou two know each other?” Reb asked Cole and Ethan. They mumbled at each other. Guys have this weird nonverbal way of communicating.
    â€œWell, you guys wait here. Kelly and I need to talk.” Reb led me away.
    â€œSo how’s it going? Do you like him?”
    â€œYeah, he’s really nice. What about Cole? He’s cute .”
    â€œYeah, but he’s got an ego the size of Montana. Look at Jennifer.”
    Jennifer was on the dance floor, still dancing with the same guy who’d first asked her. “Looks like she found her guy,” Reb said with a smile. “Hey, take a look.” She pointed to the dance floor. “Even Melissa found some poor loser to dance with her. He’s definitely not her type.”
    Melissa’s “loser” was kind of cute. He had dark curly hair and a friendly face. If he’d asked me to dance, I would have. Melissa had pulled her hair back in a clip, and she had on a yellow cami and capri jeans. She looked sort of pretty.
    â€œWhat’s her type?” I wondered which of these guys Reb would consider my type.
    â€œSocial outcast.” Reb looked around. “Now there. That guy standing over there. He looks like he’d be perfect for Melissa.” She meant this skinny guy with a bad haircut and a lot of acne. “Want to do a little matchmaking?”
    I looked over at Ethan. He looked bored. I didn’t want to give him too many chances to find somebody else to dance with. “Maybe later. The guys are waiting for us.”
    When I got back to Ethan, he suggested we go out on the porch. It was dark now, but the porch lights were on. A lot of people were outside sitting on the porch’s wood rails. Rachel was talking with a group of