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moron,’ she says, slapping his hand away as he reaches for more chips. ‘I know stuff.’
    He laughs and walks off.
    â€˜God, he’s so hot,’ she says to me. ‘Why did we ever break up?’
    â€˜More like why’d you ever go out to begin with?’ I ask, looking pointedly at her. ‘You guys have nothing in common.’
    â€˜We have you and David,’ she says, smiling. ‘And our incredibly good looks.’
    I roll my eyes at her and pull my lunch box out of my bag.
    â€˜Speak of the devil,’ she says, winking at me, as my boyfriend, David, walks over. He bends down and kisses my collarbone.
    â€˜Hey, gorgeous,’ he says, smiling. ‘I have a surprise for you.’
    â€˜You’re going to come watch my dance performance after all?’ I ask hopefully.
    â€˜Eww, no,’ he replies, laughing.
    â€˜Oh,’ I say, pouting. ‘Then what?’
    â€˜Hey, don’t look so sad,’ he says, rubbing my shoulder. ‘I’m a soccer player. You know ballet’s not my thing.’
    â€˜Yeah, but I watch all your games. This is a big performance. If I make state, I get to perform nationals at the Opera House.’
    He sighs, looking away. ‘I know, you’ve explained it before. But even if you beg me a hundred times, I still wouldn’t wanna go.’
    â€˜Some boyfriend you are . . .’ Lauren says, giving him a dirty look.
    â€˜Don’t you have somewhere to be, Pappas?’ he asks, giving her a knowing look.
    Her eyes widen for a moment and then narrow. She smirks at him.
    â€˜Oh, look, there’s Mr Cheng,’ she says, jumping up suddenly from her seat. ‘I need to go ask him something about our Senior Science class.’
    I watch her leave, wondering what that was all about.
    â€˜So . . .’ he says after a bit, his face hopeful. ‘It’s Valentine’s Day next Friday night, which is also the night that you, Tamara Kapsalis, turn the big one-eight. I thought it might be nice to get a hotel room with a view, steal some champagne from my dad and . . . just see where the night takes us . . .’ He nuzzles my neck and plants a kiss in the same spot.
    â€˜Oh my gosh, David,’ I say, shifting away from him slightly. ‘We’re in the quad, can you take the kissing down a notch? People are staring.’
    I used to love our secret kisses in the hall in between classes. But the public displays of affection have been starting to freak me out, because the kisses have been going on for longer and his hands have started wandering into new territory.
    â€˜What?’ he asks, moving away. ‘It’s not a big deal. The teachers don’t give a damn.’
    â€˜It’s just not polite,’ I say, rolling my eyes. ‘Plus we go to a Catholic school.’
    I glare at his snort of laughter and he sighs.
    â€˜Fine, OK,’ he says, gesturing to my lunch box. ‘Can I have that banana if you’re not going to eat it? I forgot to bring lunch and I don’t have any cash on me.’
    I smile and hand over the only thing I had planned to eat. At least that’ll keep my calorie count down.
    â€˜So, what do you think?’ he asks after taking a bite.
    â€˜Of your monkey-want-a-banana impression?’ I ask. ‘I think it’s really great. The hairy Italian arms certainly help.’
    He stifles a laugh. ‘No, I meant about Friday.’
    â€˜Oh, right,’ I say, putting my hand to my forehead. ‘I might have something on with my ’rents. Can I get back to you?’
    â€˜Really?’ he asks. ‘Because you told me both your parents were working. And I already cleared it with Lauren, so I know you’re not doing anything with the girls.’
    â€˜Who told you to clear it with Lauren?’ I ask, suddenly frustrated. ‘You’re supposed to clear it with me, it’s my birthday.’
    â€˜I wanted to surprise