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he had a reasonable explanation for his annoying comment, and that he was about to elaborate in a very polite manner.
    He kicked his Pumas up onto the table and leaned back. “You’re pretty cute, but you don’t really have much going on up in this area,” he said, waving his hands in the general direction of my chest. “Tighter would help. Emphasize what you do have.” He put his feet back on the floor, glanced up and down at my outfit of jeans and a black crewneck sweater, and then turned to check out his own hazy reflection in the study room window. He yanked off his hoodie to expose a blue and gray ringer tee underneath, and then ran a hand through his purposeful bedhead of blondish-brown waves. I would’ve admired his biceps if he hadn’t already been doing it himself.
    “Maybe you should worry less about what I’m wearing and more about the fact that you’re flunking Algebra,” I said icily.
    “I’m not flunking,” Camden said, flinging his hoodie over the back of the chair next to him. “I’m getting a D. Didn’t they give you all my info, uh . . .” He leaned over and looked at the cover of my notebook. “Mayo?”
    “Maya.”
    “Whatever,” he said. “Your handwriting sucks.”
    “As do your grades, so we should probably get started,” I said, yanking my notebook away from him and taking out some pencils. “Do you have any homework you want to go through?”
    “Homework? Sure,” he said agreeably. I would have been surprised at the sudden attitude shift, except for the fact that it lasted about two seconds—his cell phone beeped, and he spent the next several minutes sending ten different texts to various people. Somewhere in the middle of the process, he pulled an algebra book out of his backpack with his non-texting hand and shoved it in my general direction without looking at me; it slid off the table and I leaned over to grab it.
    “Nice butt,” Camden said from behind me. I quickly sat up. “Too bad your personality doesn’t match it,” he added.
    “And too bad your brains don’t match your dad’s bank account,” I shot back. “If they did, we wouldn’t be here.”
    Camden stared at me for a moment, opening his mouth and then closing it again before breaking into a grin. “Wow,” he finally said as he got out a mechanical pencil and started clicking it noisily. “You’re an interesting one. Most girls are so stunned by this whole business”—he waved the pencil at himself—“that they can’t even attempt to be bitchy.”
    “Well, I’m not and I can,” I said.
    “I don’t know if I like you or hate you.”
    “Hate me. It’ll make us even,” I said. “Now shut up and open your math book.”
    He raised an eyebrow, looking at me with what appeared to be half admiration and half desire to throw the book at my head, but by the time he started to say something, his phone beeped again with yet another text. He checked it, and then snapped his phone shut with finality.
    “Sorry,” he said, getting up and lazily stretching his arms over his head. “We’re gonna have to reschedule this little shindig.”
    “Fine,” I said, scooting back in my chair. “You still have to pay me for the hour.”
    “Not according to school policy, but nice try at swindling me.” Camden grinned and threw down some cash anyway, then pocketed his cell phone and opened the study room door. “I’m off to sexually harass some cheerleaders.” And with that, he peaced out.
    I sat there for a minute, both angry and amused at what had just happened. Camden had not only lived up to his reputation, but he had actually surpassed it. I shuddered, pondering how horrific it would be the next time I had to hang out with him for more than ten minutes; eventually I decided to just be glad he was gone for the moment. Stuffing the relatively effortless fifteen bucks I’d just made into my pocket, I started to pack up my stuff, then saw that Camden had left his book bag. Huh . I casually bumped