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head came close, Jessica would freak out, lose her balance, and slide off.
    â€œShe’s probably wearing that perfume of hers,” I guessed.
    â€œOh, for sure,” Joey nodded. “She always reeks of some fruity sweet thing. She sits next to me in calc.”
    â€œSex on the Beach,” I said authoritatively.
    Joey turned to give me a raised eyebrow.
    â€œWhat? You don’t know all the Demeter perfumed body glitter sprays by name?” I joked. “You’re obviously not spending enough time at Sephora.”
    Joey laughed. “Oh, I’ve put in my time standing around at Sephora. Molly practically lived there.”
    Inside, I sort of froze at the mention of Molly’s name. Here we go, I thought. He won’t be able to stop talking about his ex all night, and I’ll go home feeling like his shrink instead of his date.
    But Joey changed the subject fast. “Hey, look at Jordan.” He pointed at one of the other Norton superjocks down on the court. Jordan was one of the stars of the basketball team, but he looked ridiculous riding a donkey around the court, trying to shoot practice baskets.
    â€œHe’s so tall, he looks like he’ll topple off,” I said.
    â€œYeah, he’s definitely top-heavy,” Joey joked. “He has a gigantic head, but not because his brain is too big, trust me.”
    â€œHe’s not smart?”
    â€œYou don’t even want to hear his SAT scores. We’re talking single digits, I swear to God,” Joey said.
    I laughed. After feeling like such an outsider all year, it felt good to be on the inside for a change, even if it was at someone else’s expense.
    â€œHey, Joey!” Some guys from the bottom of the bleacher steps were yelling up to us. “Joey!”
    Joey looked down and sort of chuckled. “Ignore them, they’re losers. I mean juniors.”
    At the sound of his name being called, Molly’s friends had turned to look up at us, and I noticed that Molly was with them now. Joey glanced over and instantly wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
    If he wanted to piss her off, it was definitely working. Molly looked furious, and Ursula’s eyes were drilling into mine, giving me dirty looks.
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    I held my gaze steady until Ursula looked away. I wasn’t going to let her stare me down.
    Joey leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Don’t let them get to you. They’re just jealous because you look so hot.”
    I couldn’t help smiling.
    A shrill whistle blew, and the game got under way on the court, so I settled back in my seat to enjoy the game. Joey kept his arm around me the whole night, which was nice, except that I kept wondering if he was really into me or just trying to freak Molly out. Every time she looked over at us, he seemed to give me extra attention.
    I decided to just go with it. Why not?
    The game started, and it was a hoot for about twenty minutes. The donkeys were really stubborn, so half the time they wouldn’t budge, especially the ones the students were riding. Pretty soon, the teachers were whipping the students’ butts. No surprise there. Donkey basketball is an annual event at Norton, so the teachers had the advantage—they’d done this before.
    At halftime, Joey pulled me out of the bleachers and marched me down to the concession stand. Walking behind me, he kept both hands on my waist and bent over every few moments to make snide comments in my ear about people we passed on the way.
    â€œShe wears a bra under her bathing suit,” he said, nodding toward some junior girl with red hair. “See that guy? Locked himself out of his house twice in one day. Had to call the police. And that girl, Amy, with the tattoo on her wrist? Total klepto. She stole an enema bag from the hospital when she was a candy