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exaggerated wag of my finger. “Oh sure, if an animal talks a lot it must be female.”
“Gutsy and funny,” Hudson said, making me blush. “Vi, where have you been hiding her?” He looked over at me and smiled.
“In the oven,” Vi and I answered simultaneously.
LATE
By the time we got to school, we were fifteen minutes late.
The front door was locked and we had to buzz. Once you had to buzz you were done for. We did the walk of shame to the office.
“You’re late,” the school secretary said, handing all four of us tardy slips.
“Doreen, we apologize profusely,” Dean said, nodding solemnly.
“It was my fault,” I said. “Car died.”
“The funeral will be after school,” Dean added. “It would mean a lot to all of us if you could make it.”
“Next time we call your parents,” she said, cracking a smile.
I tried to maintain my gutsy image, but inside I was freaking as I took my slip. “I am so, so, so sorry,” I said as we exited the office.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hudson said.
“Shit happens,” Vi told me as she waved good-bye and ran up the stairs to the second floor.
Dean put his arm around me. “I said it before and I’ll say it again: highlight of my day. It can only be downhill from here.”
I laughed. “Thanks for coming to get us.”
Hudson rolled his eyes at his brother, then turned to me. “Let me know if you want me to jump-start your car after school,” he said.
“Thanks. I might take you up on it.”
“Anytime,” Hudson said over his shoulder as he hurried down the hall.
Gutsy, huh? I straightened my shoulders and headed to class.
ON THE WAY TO CALCULUS
“So how was night number two?” Marissa asked when we met up after English and walked down the hall to AP Calculus. “Tell me everything.”
“Fun. We made spaghetti. We watched TV. Stayed up late chatting.”
“Oooo, I’m so jealous,” she said with a sigh.
“Well, on the less fabulous side, I didn’t bother to start my car on Sunday, and now the battery’s dead.” I stopped myself before adding the bit about this morning’s soap explosion, feeling uncomfortably ashamed at how little I’d managed to do right since moving into Vi’s. “But, whatever. What did you do?”
“Finished my Israel application,” she said. “Finally.”
“Congrats!”
Marissa was applying for a summer program called the Kinneret Israel trip. The association of camps she went to every year sent fifty juniors on an all-expense-paid trip to Israel. Aaron, her summer boyfriend, and Shoshanna and Brittany, her summer best friends, had applied too.
I was jealous.
Marissa’s camp friends had her all summer.
“When do you hear?” I asked, following her into our calculus room. A part of me hoped she wouldn’t get in. A terrible, selfish, worst-best-friend-ever part.
“Sometime in March,” she said.
“Good luck,” I said.
A second later, Lucy Michaels, aka the spy who liked to make amateur videos, strolled in and sat down beside us. “How’s your car?” she asked me, eyes open wide.
“Um . . .” How did she know about my car? “Fine.”
“Yeah? It looked really snowed in this morning.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It was. How did you see my car?”
“I live two houses down from Vi.”
“Oh.” That wasn’t good.
“So how come you’ve been staying at Vi’s?” Lucy asked. “You’ve been there since Saturday.”
Stalker . . .
“My dad moved to Ohio so I moved in,” I said. “With Vi. And her mom.” She could not find out that Vi’s mom wasn’t there. She could not .
Lucy gave me a calculated smile. “Very interesting.”
Ms. Franklin came in. She was in her early thirties and was one of those young, hot teachers who wore cute outfits. All the guys had a thing for her. “Hope you’re all ready,” she said, clapping her hands. “I’m going to keep you on your toes this semester.”
I snuck a peek at Lucy, fearing Ms. Franklin wasn’t the only one.
I SEE
“Gutsy and funny,” Hudson said, making me blush. “Vi, where have you been hiding her?” He looked over at me and smiled.
“In the oven,” Vi and I answered simultaneously.
LATE
By the time we got to school, we were fifteen minutes late.
The front door was locked and we had to buzz. Once you had to buzz you were done for. We did the walk of shame to the office.
“You’re late,” the school secretary said, handing all four of us tardy slips.
“Doreen, we apologize profusely,” Dean said, nodding solemnly.
“It was my fault,” I said. “Car died.”
“The funeral will be after school,” Dean added. “It would mean a lot to all of us if you could make it.”
“Next time we call your parents,” she said, cracking a smile.
I tried to maintain my gutsy image, but inside I was freaking as I took my slip. “I am so, so, so sorry,” I said as we exited the office.
“Don’t worry about it,” Hudson said.
“Shit happens,” Vi told me as she waved good-bye and ran up the stairs to the second floor.
Dean put his arm around me. “I said it before and I’ll say it again: highlight of my day. It can only be downhill from here.”
I laughed. “Thanks for coming to get us.”
Hudson rolled his eyes at his brother, then turned to me. “Let me know if you want me to jump-start your car after school,” he said.
“Thanks. I might take you up on it.”
“Anytime,” Hudson said over his shoulder as he hurried down the hall.
Gutsy, huh? I straightened my shoulders and headed to class.
ON THE WAY TO CALCULUS
“So how was night number two?” Marissa asked when we met up after English and walked down the hall to AP Calculus. “Tell me everything.”
“Fun. We made spaghetti. We watched TV. Stayed up late chatting.”
“Oooo, I’m so jealous,” she said with a sigh.
“Well, on the less fabulous side, I didn’t bother to start my car on Sunday, and now the battery’s dead.” I stopped myself before adding the bit about this morning’s soap explosion, feeling uncomfortably ashamed at how little I’d managed to do right since moving into Vi’s. “But, whatever. What did you do?”
“Finished my Israel application,” she said. “Finally.”
“Congrats!”
Marissa was applying for a summer program called the Kinneret Israel trip. The association of camps she went to every year sent fifty juniors on an all-expense-paid trip to Israel. Aaron, her summer boyfriend, and Shoshanna and Brittany, her summer best friends, had applied too.
I was jealous.
Marissa’s camp friends had her all summer.
“When do you hear?” I asked, following her into our calculus room. A part of me hoped she wouldn’t get in. A terrible, selfish, worst-best-friend-ever part.
“Sometime in March,” she said.
“Good luck,” I said.
A second later, Lucy Michaels, aka the spy who liked to make amateur videos, strolled in and sat down beside us. “How’s your car?” she asked me, eyes open wide.
“Um . . .” How did she know about my car? “Fine.”
“Yeah? It looked really snowed in this morning.”
“Yeah,” I said. “It was. How did you see my car?”
“I live two houses down from Vi.”
“Oh.” That wasn’t good.
“So how come you’ve been staying at Vi’s?” Lucy asked. “You’ve been there since Saturday.”
Stalker . . .
“My dad moved to Ohio so I moved in,” I said. “With Vi. And her mom.” She could not find out that Vi’s mom wasn’t there. She could not .
Lucy gave me a calculated smile. “Very interesting.”
Ms. Franklin came in. She was in her early thirties and was one of those young, hot teachers who wore cute outfits. All the guys had a thing for her. “Hope you’re all ready,” she said, clapping her hands. “I’m going to keep you on your toes this semester.”
I snuck a peek at Lucy, fearing Ms. Franklin wasn’t the only one.
I SEE
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