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the pit of my stomach, knowing I’m going to have to work a lot harder to match that, yet doubting I ever will.
    But then I remind myself of our promise, and how we swore that if one of us got there first, she would hold the door open for the other. And knowing that Sloane would never leave me behind, I pick up the pace and head to class, determined to get there on time.
     
    Okay, so maybe lunch wasn’t as great as we’d hoped, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t moving forward. It’s like, just last year we were brown bagging it in no-man’s-land, sitting so far from the action we were practically off campus. But today, we sat right next to Table B, which I guess means we were at Table C, but hey, it was closer to Table A than we’d ever been before. I mean, let’s face it, the high school cafeteria is just another form of real estate, and it all amounts to the same exact thing—location, location, location.
    And when the bell finally rings at 3:35, I’m rushing out of class, speeding around the corner so I can get to my locker before meeting up with Sloane, when I crash head-on into Cash Davis.
    “What the fu—?” he says, regaining his balance and glaring at me.
    “Oh, jeez, I’m so sorry,” I mumble, my face growing all red and hot as I lean down to pick up the pile of books I justdropped. And when I come back up to face him, books all askew and haphazard in my arms, I see that he’s squinting at me. And the sight of that immediately makes my heart thump even faster, as my palms get all nervous and soggy and weak. I mean, not to state the obvious but—
Cash Davis is squinting at me!
    I just stand there, speechless, mesmerized, a complete bag of sweaty, overexcited nerves. Just taking in every flawless pore on his amazingly beautiful face, watching as his perfect brows merge together as he opens his succulent mouth to say, “Oh, man, you’re that chick who spilled that purple shit all over the place yesterday.” Then he shakes his shiny, beach-bleached hair, and narrows his Pacific blue eyes in disdain. “You’re a fuckin’ hazard, bro.” Then he laughs and walks away, leaving me standing there, still red-faced, still sweaty palmed, still completely mortified, but no longer sure if I like him.
    “Omigod! What did he just say to you?” Sloane says, running up and gripping my arm so hard she’ll probably leave a bruise. “When I saw you two together just now I though I was gonna faint!”
    I look at Sloane, staring at me with eyes all wide and bugged-out with excitement, and I know there’s no way I can tell her what really just happened. How just seconds after the official end of our very first day of our fresh new start, I may have already blown it. And not just for myself, but possibly for her as well. Since after having just engaged in my second unfortunate episode with Cash in less than twenty-four hours, I think it’s probably safe to assume that it’s better not to be seen in my presence if you’re a card-carrying member of the “I love Cash Davis” fan club.
    Yet I also realize that up until now I’ve never actually lied to her before (well, at least not about anything important like this). But I really can’t see another choice. I mean, there’s no way I can risk having her know just how big of a social liability I really am. Not to mention how I can’t bear for her to think that maybe her mom is right, that maybe I really am holdingher back, and keeping her from realizing her full social potential.
    So I just take a deep breath, avoid her eyes, and shrug like it was no big deal. “Oh, that? He just ran right into me.” I laugh, hoping I sound both carefree and convincing, which would be the exact opposite of how I really do feel.
    “But what did he say?” she asks, still gripping my arm, still gaping at me.
    “Well, he said he was sorry, then he tried to help me pick up the books I dropped.” I bite down on my lower lip and look away.
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