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Chelsea said, breaking the spell between us. When I turned back around, he was situating himself at a table by the wall with Danielle and her friends, not acknowledging the fact that he’d been staring at me a moment before. He didn’t appear to be looking at Chelsea, either.
    “Isn’t that the new guy you were talking to at the end of French?” Jeremy broke into the conversation. “The transfer from New York?”
    I looked down at my plate and moved a tomato around with my fork. “Yeah,” I said, shrugging like it didn’t matter.
    Chelsea widened her eyes and leaned over the table. “You talked to him?”
    “He just had a question about the homework,” I lied, wishing she would let it go. “No big deal.”
    Jeremy laughed, looking at me in shock. “And he asked you ?”
    I paused, not knowing how to reply. It did seem unlikely that anyone would ask me for help in French, but Jeremy didn’t have to announce that to the entire table.
    He took a bite of his sandwich and resumed talking about the upcoming vote for co-captain with the guy next to him before I could say anything. Aware of the fact that the entire table had listened to our conversation, I sat back in my seat and tried not to look at Drew again. I doubted that he would ever embarrass me in front of everyone like Jeremy had just done.
    Chelsea popped a grape in her mouth and rested an elbow on the table. “Since you know Drew, maybe you could introduce us,” she said, looking over at him without bothering to be inconspicuous. “He’s totally my type.”
    “Sure,” I said sarcastically. “He asked me about the homework, and now we’re best friends.” I managed a small laugh, but her comment bugged me. She couldn’t know if he was her type—she’d never even had a conversation with him. Then again, it wasn’t like I knew him, either.
    I spent the remainder of lunch trying to act engulfed in listening to Shannon Henderson, one of the senior girls, tell everyone about her month-long trip to Europe this past summer. She took full command of the table, speaking loudly and making huge gestures to get attention. Her stories were only vaguely entertaining, but her two best friends Keelie and Amber hung onto every word like she was giving a presidential speech.
    At least listening to her talk provided an adequate distraction from Drew and prevented Chelsea from discussing him any further.
    I checked my schedule at the end of lunch to see what class I had next, glad to find that it was drawing. Chelsea and Jeremy weren’t in the class, and it probably wouldn’t be one that Drew would sign up for either, since it tended to be mostly girls.
    When I arrived at the art room it was only a quarter full, and I smiled when spotting Hannah Goldberg sitting by herself at one of the four tall tables. Her peasant shirt looked like it came out of the sixties, and she barely wore any make-up. She was a quiet girl—short, with mousy brown hair and a few freckles. She used to be best friends with Chelsea and me, but in the beginning of freshman year she started dating Sheldon, the star of most of the school plays, and the two of them started to isolate themselves from everyone else. I missed talking with her, but at least she seemed happy in her relationship.
    I sat on the stool next to her, saying hi as I placed my bag on the ground.
    “Hey,” she said, smiling and placing her pencil on her desk. “Where were you at lunch today?
    “Jeremy decided to sit in the cafeteria with the guys from the team, so Chelsea and I ate there today,” I explained, hoping she didn’t take it the wrong way. Last year we always ate together in the commons.
    “Oh.” She looked disappointed. I felt bad, since the only times we saw each other any more were during lunch or classes we shared, but at least we had drawing together.
    We discussed what we did over the summer until our teacher entered the room and handed us all empty sketchbooks. He told us that by the end of the