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make things less weird.
    But he just gave me a quick nod.
    “Text you later,” Callie said.
    When Jacob and Callie disappeared down the aisle, I stepped closer to Eric. “You don’t have to be mad at Jacob,” I said. “You know I don’t like him anymore.”
    “I know, but I’ll never be friends with that guy,” Eric said. “Not after the way he treated you.”
    I reached out and squeezed Eric’s hand. It was strong and warm, enveloping my own. Even though I hated when Eric and Jacob fought, I had to admit—it felt nice to have someone feeling protective of me.

6
OH YEAH, NOT WEIRD AT ALL
    I HURRIED DOWN THE RED-CARPETED AISLE in the theater and placed my paper on Mr. Ramirez’s desk. Then I sat in my assigned seat next to Jacob. Film was one of my favorite classes, but it was weird now that Jacob and I weren’t together. At least the semester was almost over.
    Jacob sat next to me. He leaned forward in his seat and rifled through his backpack, then sat back up and looked straight ahead. But the next thing I knew, he was back in the bag and shuffling through papers.
    “Everything… okay?” I asked.
    “Fine.” Jacob looked at me, his shaggy, sandy brown hair falling over one eye. “Why?”
    “Just wondering.”
    He shifted in his seat and kicked over his book bag.A black notebook slid out of the bag toward my feet. I leaned down and picked it up, holding it out to him.
    “Thanks,” he muttered, not looking at me.
    Okaaay.
    “Jacob, are you
mad
at me?” I asked.
    He turned, looking me in the eyes for the first time since the stable. “No,” he said. “Sorry. Just… something going on with a friend.”
    I played with the cap on my pen. “Oh. Okay. ’Cause things don’t have to be weird between us. Callie and I are friends again. If you and Eric could just not do…
that
, then things would be easier.”
    Jacob just sat there. That was one thing he and Eric would agree on—they’d never be friends. I knew why Eric held a grudge against Jacob. But what was Jacob’s deal?
    Not knowing what else to do, I shuffled through my lip gloss bag and finally settled on a bubblegum-flavored gloss with a high shine-factor. Mr. Ramirez, frowning, was still pressing buttons on the projector.
    “So… ,” Jacob said a couple of minutes later. “Doing anything tonight?”
    “Just watching
Teen Cuisine
with Paige. A new episode airs tonight.”
    Jacob nodded—his shoulders relaxing a little. Westarted talking about
Teen Cuisine
and soon, Jacob was laughing at a story Paige had told me about the director’s hideous pink and green polka dotted tie. I crossed my fingers that things would keep getting better between us.
    When I got back to my room, my phone rang.
    “Guess what I overheard?” Callie asked the second I answered.
    “Tell me!” I dropped my bag on the floor and sat at the edge of my bed.
    “I forgot my notebook in the tack room, so I went back to get it a few minutes ago,” Callie said. “When I was leaving I saw Heather go into Mr. Conner’s office.”
    “And?”
    “She was pretty upset. She told Mr. Conner that Julia and Alison hadn’t cheated and she didn’t know what happened, but she knew they’d never do that.”
    I flopped backward. “What did he say?”
    “That Heather was a good friend to defend them, but that Headmistress Drake
did
have proof—cheat sheets. He said he was sorry, but he wasn’t going to let them back on the team.”
    “Heather’s not going to give up,” I said. “They’re her friends and she believes them. It’s what friends do.”

7
DATE NIGHT
    I WAS UP SO EARLY ON SATURDAY MORNING , cartoons weren’t even on yet. Tonight was my date with Eric! I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a jacket, trying not to wake Paige as I got dressed and flew out the door. In the cafeteria, I surveyed my food options. First date day deserved a special breakfast. I grabbed two blueberry waffles and a glass of OJ. I looked around. I definitely had my pick of