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    WHAT?
    Zane must have seen my total teenager smile melt off my face. Actually, it felt like I was losing more than just a smile, it also felt like there was actual flesh dripping off. You know, like at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark .
    â€œTatum? Isn’t she your sister?”
    Of course. He loves Tatum. Everyone loves Tatum.God, for a nanosecond I actually entertained the idea that it was possible for someone—preferably a boy and more preferably, Zane Henderson—to actually find me attractive. How stupid could I be? “Uh, yeah. She is.”
    â€œShe’s good.” He smiled to himself, probably lost in the thought of Tatum’s teen-dream face.
    Oh, did I mention to you that Tatum’s on the high school tennis team and undefeated this year as the number one singles player? I know. It gets worse, right?
    â€œAt tennis, I mean, she’s good. Because I saw her play. You know, at the high school. Against Thompson Valley, I think.” Was his face getting red?
    â€œShe’s undefeated.” I tried to smile but it felt like my face was betraying me. I might pass out….
    â€œCool. Anyway…thought maybe you were there, so…”
    â€œNope, I didn’t see her match. I had a lot of homework this weekend. I had to make a model of an atom for science. I almost chose a walnut shell.” And the walnut shell nugget helped me look that much more cool! I should spare him this torture and end this exchange now. He didn’t want to speak to me, anyway. He just wanted the Tatum 4-1-1. “So I’ll see ya,” I managed to squeak out.
    â€œYeah. I’ve got my oral presentation….” And withthat, Zane strolled into Ms. Pitt’s English class and panic reflooded my body. Great. Not only was the love of my life salivating over my sister, but I was about to have my first and most thunderous academic failure.

CHAPTER 4
    I walked into class with what must have been a pretty stunned expression on my face. Nan swooped up and whispered, “I forgive you for being a freak, if and only if you tell me that Zane Henderson just asked you out.”
    â€œNan. This is me you’re dealing with, remember? Of course he didn’t ask me out.” Again, I couldn’t feel my fingers, I swear.
    â€œWhy not? Boys—and this does not apply to our Soup—don’t talk to girls otherwise. I mean, what would we ever talk about with them about? Football?”
    â€œNo. Tennis, apparently.”
    â€œHe likes you. I could tell—”
    Before Nan could say another word, I cut her off and whispered, “Zane likes Tatum. That’s all he wanted to talk about.”
    â€œOh.”
    I concurred. “I know. Of course, right?”
    Nan tried to make me feel better, I’ll give her that. “Maybe he just—”
    â€œHe went to see Tatum play at the tennis match this weekend. He said she’s so talented or something.”
    â€œOh.” This “oh” sounded more defeated. Nan gave me a “buck up” half grin. “Man, your day REALLY isn’t going well, is it.”
    â€œThanks for reminding me,” I responded.
    Just then, there was a—
    GONG!
    Ms. Pitt’s gong started class. She always struck that annoying gong and did a little Chinese bow to the class. It was just so organic-fruit of her and wannabe-hippie obvious—you know, like slapping a LOVE ANIMALS , DON’T EAT THEM ! bumper sticker on your Prius or something. Come to think of it, I think Ms. Pitt may have that exact bumper sticker on that exact car….
    And now it was too late to approach her and plead my case…. I needed an extension, a get-out-of-jail-free card, something. I had to try. “Ms. Pitt, could I speak to you?” I asked. “It’s really—”
    â€œAfter class, Hadley. Okay? We have a big day—I think you’re making your oral presentation today, aren’t you?”