ankle?â Colleen tried not to look disappointed.
âNo. Tanyaâs fine. But Iâll tell her that you guys were concerned about her. Thatâs really nice.â Brett lifted the lid off the box and handed Amy an envelope. âHere, Amy. This is for you. Take a look when youâve got a minute, and let me know what you think.â
âSure, Brett. Thanks.â Amy waited until Brett was out of sight, and then she turned to Colleen. âI donât know whether Iâm relieved or disappointed.â
âMe, neither. What did Brett give you?â
âI donât know.â Amy looked down at the envelope. âIt feels like a card.â
âOpen it and see.â
Amy hesitated. âBut what if itâs something personal?â
âCome on, Amy. Weâre best friends. Whatever it is, youâre going to tell me, anyway.â
âTrue.â Amy nodded, and opened the envelope. And then she gasped as she drew out a Valentineâs Day card. âItâs a Valentine. And it says, âBe Mineâ on the front. I canât believe it! I got a Valentine from Brett!â
Colleen stared at the card for a moment, and then she shook her head. âI really hate to burst your bubble, Amy, but that card has a red heart with H. H. in the center for Hamilton High. Donât you remember what we were talking about in the lunchroom, yesterday?â
âOh.â Amyâs smile of pleasure faded quickly. âI get it. These are the cards that Brett and his dad printed up for us to sell?â
âI think so, but I could be wrong. Why donât you open it and see if he wrote anything inside.â
Amy opened the card, and sighed as she saw the blank space inside. âYouâre right, Colleen. This is just a sample. I should have known that Brett wouldnât give me a Valentine.â
âBut he did give you a Valentine.â Colleen made an effort to raise Amyâs spirits. âI donât have one, and I bet no one else does, either. He singled you out, Amy. He wanted your approval and thatâs a very good start.â
Amy didnât look convinced. âMaybe. But heâll never take me to the dance.â
âHow do you know? You havenât asked him. Why donât you beat Tanya to it?â
Amy shook her head. âSheâs probably already asked him.â
âMaybe. But maybe not. I think you should try to get to him first. The worst he can say is no.â
âYes, but . . .â Amy stopped and looked thoughtful. Colleen really did have a point. Tanya always left things to the last minute, and it was possible she hadnât asked Brett to the dance yet.
âWell?â Colleen began to grin. She knew Amy was wavering. âAre you going to do it?â
âIâm not sure. Iâll think about it, okay?â
âThereâs nothing to think about. If you want him to take you to the dance, you have to ask him. Itâs that simple.â
Amy took a deep breath for courage and nodded. âOkay. Iâll ask him. Itâs like you said, Colleen. The worst he can do is say no.â
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It turned out that Amy was in luck. She didnât have to count the ballots alone. Mr. Dorman had decided that at least three class members should be present while the votes were tallied, and heâd excused Gail and Colleen from their student council duties so that they could help Amy. Heâd also given them permission to use the faculty lounge, which was deserted during fifth period.
âWhat a dump!â Colleen glanced around her in dismay. The long table in the center of the room was littered with coffee cups, and empty lunch trays. âThereâs no place to spread out our ballots on the table. I guess weâll have to clear these dishes and wipe it off.â
âAnd thatâs exactly why Mr. Dorman let us use it!â Amy started to laugh. âYou girls have been taken, big-time.