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really the best person to talk to about guys. I've sorta given them up after, well, you know . . ."
    "Oh, right. Sorry." She bit her bottom lip.
    "that's okay. Who's the guy?" I asked as we walked into class.
    Morgan motioned to the boy sitting in the first row of the room.
    I saw senior Tyson Bellamy hunched over his chair, his hair covering his face as he furiously wrote something in his notebook.
    "Isn't he cute?" Morgan blushed. Tyson looked up toward the front of the room with an intense look on his face.
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    Even if I were interested in guys, Tyson really wasn't my type -- long black hair, super skinny, vintage rock T-shirts. Basically, he had the whole mysterious rocker thing down to a science. Besides the fact that he was a pawn for the devil (being a guy and all), he seemed right for Morgan, who was a total punk-rock fanatic. She was one of my few friends who understood the cultural importance of the Beatles.
    "Would you go to one of his concerts with me on Friday?"
    I wasn't in the mood to play matchmaker, but after all the drama with Tracy at last week's football game, I didn't mind having an excuse to not go to this week's away game,
    "Sure -- but, Morgan, I'm not going to be a good wing girl."
    She laughed. "But you're my concert buddy. You have to go with me. We don't even have to talk to any guys. Just listen to the music. then we can leave."
    Sounded like the perfect night to me.
    "So, are we going to have rules for the anti-guy Club?" Tracy asked at lunch.
    "It's called the Lonely Hearts Club!' I reminded her.
    "Uh-huh. And are we going to have to wear matching T-shirts or chastity belts or something? I can't watt to see that logo."
    "Tracy --"
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    "I think having rules or guidelines or a mantra of some sort would be fun," Diane chimed in, interrupting what could've been the Club's first official fight.
    Since the weather was still nice, we'd decided to eat outside. I leaned against a big oak tree as I ate my apple.
    Tracy sat up. "Oh, please, let me write the rules. it'll be so much fan!"
    "Fine," I said. "Do what you want. , ,"
    Tracy grabbed her notebook and started writing some suggestions. I leaned back against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes,
    "All right, I'll put together a draft and present it at our official meeting on Saturday night!' Tracy yammered. "Sound good, boss?"
    What had I gotten myself into?
    "Hey, guys -- what's going on?" Morgan asked as she and Kara joined us.
    "It's our new Club," I said.
    Kara looked at Tracy's notebook. "the Lonely Hearts Club?"
    "the three of us have decided to not date the idiot boys at this school... or any school for that matter." I smiled.
    Morgan's eyes got wide, "You weren't kidding about having a ban on boys?"
    "Nope!"
    "I don't get it" Kara said.
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    "There really isn't much to get," I explained. "I've just had it with guys. they've done nothing but cause me, and my friends, problems."
    Diane and Tracy nodded.
    "So you really aren't going to date, ever?"
    "Not ever, just not while I'm here."
    "Oh." Kara looked down at her water. With the way she'd been treated by guys like Todd, in the past, you would've thought she'd understand.
    Morgan stared at me. "Do you hate me for wanting to go to the concert?"
    "No, not at all," I promised her. "I just meant that I wasn't the right person to encourage you to go on a date with anybody, since I'm pretty sure Tyson is probably the spawn of Satan."
    "What's wrong with Tyson?" Morgan got defensive.
    "Well, he's a guy . . ."
    Tracy spoke up. "I think they get the point, Pen."
    "Hey, Tracy," Jen Leonard called out from the next tree over. "What are you guys talking about? if you're bashing guys, I've got some stories for you."
    Tracy motioned her over. "Join us, my friend. Let our leader Penny show you the way." Tracy ...
    Jen and Amy Miller, both fellow juniors who I'd been friendly with since grade school, came over. they were
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    inseparable best friends who on the surface seemed very different. Jen was the