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pictures for the Conklin Award!”
    With another cry of anger, Sarah grabbed Delia’s self-portrait and ran out of the room.
    â€œHey—come back!” Delia and Vincent leapt up and chased after Sarah.
    When they reached the hall, Sarah was already halfway up the stairs.
    Delia stopped at the bottom and slammed the banister with one fist. “Sarah, give me a break!” she cried. “Give it back. You know I didn’t mean—”
    â€œNo way!”
    Sarah didn’t turn around. She stomped the rest of the way up the stairs.
    â€œFine,” Delia snapped. “Have it your way. Just don’t spy on us anymore.”
    Sarah stopped on the landing and spun around. She glared down at Delia.
    â€œOh, I won’t.” She sneered. Her eyes narrowedas her gaze slid from Delia to Vincent. “I’ll do something much better than spy,” Sarah continued. “That’s a promise.”
    A chill stiffened the back of Delia’s neck.
    â€œSarah—what did you say?” she cried. “What do you mean? What are you going to do?”

Chapter
    7

    A t school the next afternoon Delia found herself thinking about Sarah as she searched her locker for her geology notebook.
    I should never have embarrassed her in front of Vincent like that, Delia realized. I’ve never seen Sarah so angry.
    So angry she hadn’t spoken to Delia since. And she hadn’t returned the drawing.
    Delia had other drawings she could use to replace the self-portrait—but she didn’t like them as much.
    She sighed. The contest would be so close. She needed every advantage she could get.
    But she felt so distracted all the time. She keptthinking about Karina. And now she had to worry about her sister too.
    On her hands and knees, Delia searched the cluttered floor of the locker. What did I do with that notebook? she thought. I’m spacing out way too much. I can’t let my grades slip now. I’ve worked so hard.
    â€œSo I was wondering if you want to hang out or something on Saturday,” a low voice said.
    â€œExcuse me?” Delia straightened up so fast, she banged her head against the top shelf of her locker. She turned and saw Stewart Andrews staring at her.
    Stewart Andrews—her stiffest competition for the Conklin Award. Besides Karina.
    Delia leaned back against the locker and studied Stewart’s face. “What did you say?” she asked.
    Stewart pushed a lock of black hair out of his eyes. “I asked if you wanted to do something Saturday night.” He grinned at her shyly.
    He’s cute, Delia thought. Really cute.
    â€œYou mean … go out?” Delia heard her voice squeak. “Well …”
    What am I doing? she thought. I already have a boyfriend!
    â€œI thought it would be good to chill out. You know. Before Monday’s talent competition,” Stewart said. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend the whole weekend biting my fingernails. I figure Sunday will give me enough time for that,” he joked.
    Over Stewart’s shoulder, Delia spotted Vincent striding down the hall. She felt her pulse speed up. The way it always did when she saw him.
    She quickly checked her lipstick in the mirror on her locker door. She pulled a tissue out of her pocket and blotted her lips, then swung the locker door shut.
    â€œI’m sorry, Stewart,” she said, gazing over his shoulder. Vincent waved and kept walking. “But I can’t go out with you. Vincent and I are …”
    â€œOh.” Stewart’s smile faded. “Okay. No problem.” He blushed. “See you Monday then,” he said. He started down the hall. “At the talent competition.”
    â€œYeah. Okay. Bye.” Delia watched him go. Weird, she thought. Stewart must know I’m going with Vincent. Everyone knows I’m going with Vincent.
    Don’t they?
    Frowning, Delia hurried over to the library to return