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awkward silence settled between the three of us, and I felt like it was my job to fill it up. “I’m glad you came,” I said to Billy.
    He seemed relieved I’d said something, and turned his attention to the game. “Wow! May is really good,” he said as we all watched her dribble the ball down the length of the field.
    â€œIt’s hard to believe we share the same DNA.”
    Billy laughed. “I didn’t say it!”
    But we both knew that’s what he was thinking. Other than dance, I’ve always been the last one picked to play on any team.
    As we watched the game and ate peanuts, we joked around about my lack of ball-handling skills and the fact that Krystal, who had seen us sitting in the stands, hadn’t given May so much as one dirty look today, even when May kicked her second goal of the game.
    But as Billy and I laughed and talked and ate, I noticed Sophie was staying quiet. When she finished munching, she brushed the stray shells from her lap and then tucked her hair behind her ears. She shook it loose, then tucked it back again like she couldn’t decide which way it looked better. It was weird because she’s almost never quiet, and she’s always confident about the way she looks.
    We all cheered when May’s team won the game. Then Billy said he had to go. When he told us bye, Sophie thanked him for the peanuts.
    â€œSure,” said Billy.
    â€œSeriously, they were really good,” Sophie said. “I love peanuts.”
    Billy smiled at her. “Me too.”
    â€œCool,” said Sophie, like it meant something that they both like peanuts. I wanted to raise my hand and say I like peanuts too, but I didn’t.
    While we were waiting for May to finish her postgame team meeting so we could walk her home, I brought up what happened. “You were kind of making a big deal about the peanut thing. It seemed like you were acting a little weird around Billy,” I said.
    â€œI was?” Sophie’s hands flew to her cheeks. She was blushing again.
    â€œNo big deal.” It wasn’t, and I didn’t want her to be self-conscious. “I don’t know, I guess it made me wonder if you like Billy.” I bumped my shoulder lightly into hers and tried to keep my voice sing-songy. “I mean, do you?” Finally, the question was out.
    â€œOf course I like Billy,” said Sophie. “Everyone likes Billy.”
    I raised a brow at her. She knew what I meant, and that wasn’t it.
    I cleared my throat and tried again. “I guess what I’m asking is if you like him in a different way than everyone else?”
    Sophie laughed. “That’s impossible for me to answer. I don’t know how everyone else likes him.” It was the first thing Sophie had said all day that sounded like Sophie.
    She hadn’t answered my question, but the answer seemed pretty clear.
    11:03 p.m.
    I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking how weird it will be if Billy and Sophie end up together. First, I went out with him at the beginning of eighth grade. Brynn was next, this past summer. Then Sophie? Technically there’s nothing wrong with it, but it just has that weird, backwoods, all-in-the-family sort of feel. Plus, there’s no telling what Brynn will do if they start going out. She might implode. Or explode. Or go away to boarding school. I can’t be sure. Aside from my own experience, I have no idea what people do when their ex starts going out with someone else. Actually, I do. It happens all the time on TV, and it can get pretty ugly. OK. I’m getting way ahead of myself here. Sophie hasn’t even said she likes Billy. Oops, correction.
    Everyone likes Billy.
    Saturday, December 6, 10:30 p.m.
In bed
Mentally replaying my day
    Leo called last night and asked me if I wanted to go holiday shopping today. I hadn’t seen him since he came to watch me dance my solo the night of the dance show. But I love