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pounds in my ears. I hate Briana. When I think about Steve asking me to spy on her, I realize I don’t feel so bad about it anymore. If she can go out of her way to laugh at me and play pranks on me, why can’t I rifle through a few of her drawers? She started the war in the first place.
As another cheer erupts from the crowd, I glance over at the softball field and spot Evan Riley standing by the bleachers. I freeze. Part of me wants to make a run for it so he won’t see me. But another part of me wants to stay put since I’m actually kind of excited to see him again.
After a second, probably feeling my creepy stare, Evan turns and looks right at me. And then he smiles. I suck in my breath like I’ve just been hit in the stomach. I want to run. I want to stay. So I just stand there.
As he comes toward me, I realize I’m still wearing the glue-covered fleece. But it’s too late to rip it off and shove it in my bag.
“Hey, Booger Crap,” he says with a grin. “Are you here to watch the game?”
I shake my head. “Just going home.”
“It’s supposed to be a good one. The other team is the best in the district. Briana’s pitching really well so far.” He glances over his shoulder as the crowd lets out another cheer. “Usually I have baseball practice after school, so I don’t get to see her play much. But the coach canceled today. Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?”
His tone is so friendly that I’m actually tempted to stay, but I don’t think I can handle the sight of Briana. “Sorry, I can’t.”
“Oh well. Maybe another time.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out a handful of peppermint candies. “Want one?”
I shake my head. The last thing I need today is to accidentally choke to death on a piece of hard candy.
Evan shrugs as he pops one into his mouth and starts crunching away. Then he gives me a crooked grin. “I steal them from my dad’s office. They’re kind of addicting.”
That explains Evan’s yummy peppermint smell the other day. Oh my goldfish. Did I just call a guy’s scent yummy ? On cue, my cheeks start to burn.
“Well, I’ll let you get going,” says Evan. “But I’ll see you at my house tomorrow, right?” He sounds so genuine that it makes me relax a little bit.
“I’ll be there,” I say.
“Great, I’ll—”
“Hey, Riley!” another guy says, coming up to us. He has curly blond hair and eyes the color of Windex. (Yup, apparently I’ve started comparing things to cleaning products.) The guy looks me up and down. “Who’s this?”
“This is Rachel,” says Evan. “Rachel, this is Kurt. We play baseball together.”
“Hey,” Kurt says, giving me a little nod, his eyes still on me like he’s trying to see through my shirt. At least I’m wearing normal undergarments today. The old sports bra has been sent off to the dresser in the sky.
His gaze makes me feel so icked out that when I try to say hello, nothing comes out but air.
“Are you mute or something?” Kurt says with a smile that looks more like a sneer. “Or do I just make you speechless?”
I don’t even know how to respond to that.
“Hello?” says Kurt, so loudly that the whole crowd behind us can probably hear. “Anyone home?”
“Wow, Kurt,” says Evan. “I don’t blame her for not wanting to talk to you when you’re being such a jerk.”
“I’m just trying to be friendly. She’s the one who’s acting like I’m not even here.” He leans in and gets right in my face. “You do see me, right? You’re not blind or something? And what’s that crap all over your jacket?”
His hot breath makes my eyes water. I step back, and his smirk tells me what he’s thinking. That I’m a loser. That he doesn’t know why someone like Evan would be talking to me. And of course, he’s right.
“I have to go,” I manage to whisper. Without giving either of them another look, I hurry away.
Chapter 17
When I get home, I grab a brownie pan and a bowl from the
As another cheer erupts from the crowd, I glance over at the softball field and spot Evan Riley standing by the bleachers. I freeze. Part of me wants to make a run for it so he won’t see me. But another part of me wants to stay put since I’m actually kind of excited to see him again.
After a second, probably feeling my creepy stare, Evan turns and looks right at me. And then he smiles. I suck in my breath like I’ve just been hit in the stomach. I want to run. I want to stay. So I just stand there.
As he comes toward me, I realize I’m still wearing the glue-covered fleece. But it’s too late to rip it off and shove it in my bag.
“Hey, Booger Crap,” he says with a grin. “Are you here to watch the game?”
I shake my head. “Just going home.”
“It’s supposed to be a good one. The other team is the best in the district. Briana’s pitching really well so far.” He glances over his shoulder as the crowd lets out another cheer. “Usually I have baseball practice after school, so I don’t get to see her play much. But the coach canceled today. Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?”
His tone is so friendly that I’m actually tempted to stay, but I don’t think I can handle the sight of Briana. “Sorry, I can’t.”
“Oh well. Maybe another time.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out a handful of peppermint candies. “Want one?”
I shake my head. The last thing I need today is to accidentally choke to death on a piece of hard candy.
Evan shrugs as he pops one into his mouth and starts crunching away. Then he gives me a crooked grin. “I steal them from my dad’s office. They’re kind of addicting.”
That explains Evan’s yummy peppermint smell the other day. Oh my goldfish. Did I just call a guy’s scent yummy ? On cue, my cheeks start to burn.
“Well, I’ll let you get going,” says Evan. “But I’ll see you at my house tomorrow, right?” He sounds so genuine that it makes me relax a little bit.
“I’ll be there,” I say.
“Great, I’ll—”
“Hey, Riley!” another guy says, coming up to us. He has curly blond hair and eyes the color of Windex. (Yup, apparently I’ve started comparing things to cleaning products.) The guy looks me up and down. “Who’s this?”
“This is Rachel,” says Evan. “Rachel, this is Kurt. We play baseball together.”
“Hey,” Kurt says, giving me a little nod, his eyes still on me like he’s trying to see through my shirt. At least I’m wearing normal undergarments today. The old sports bra has been sent off to the dresser in the sky.
His gaze makes me feel so icked out that when I try to say hello, nothing comes out but air.
“Are you mute or something?” Kurt says with a smile that looks more like a sneer. “Or do I just make you speechless?”
I don’t even know how to respond to that.
“Hello?” says Kurt, so loudly that the whole crowd behind us can probably hear. “Anyone home?”
“Wow, Kurt,” says Evan. “I don’t blame her for not wanting to talk to you when you’re being such a jerk.”
“I’m just trying to be friendly. She’s the one who’s acting like I’m not even here.” He leans in and gets right in my face. “You do see me, right? You’re not blind or something? And what’s that crap all over your jacket?”
His hot breath makes my eyes water. I step back, and his smirk tells me what he’s thinking. That I’m a loser. That he doesn’t know why someone like Evan would be talking to me. And of course, he’s right.
“I have to go,” I manage to whisper. Without giving either of them another look, I hurry away.
Chapter 17
When I get home, I grab a brownie pan and a bowl from the
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