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doesn’t get out of work then he won’t be able to come with me to the festival and technically, I won’t be busy. I’d have the whole night free to take as many photos as she wants, but I can’t let her know that. And I can’t think that way. Even though the chances are slim, I have to believe that Jace will make it for the festival. For my birthday.
    “Bayleigh, you are one of my best photographers and if you’re already planning on attending then it won’t be a problem for you to snap a few photos. She nudges my backpack with her toe, alluding to the cell phone incident a month ago. “Be a team player, and I will be one too.”
    “Fine,” I say with a sigh. “I’ll be happy to take some pictures.”
    As the rest of the class busies themselves with going back to work on the yearbook, I stare at my page layouts and stacks of numbered photographs but I don’t work on anything. My mind is far away, worried about Jace and obsessing over this stupid photography thing. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal. I actually like taking photos for the yearbook—it gets me out of all kinds of school work.
    But I have a bad feeling about this. I had planned the Winter Festival-slash-my birthday as this magical night. The park is always decorated with Christmas lights and sparkly ribbons, and festive music plays from a live band. The air is cool and the food is amazing and I was going to have picked out the most amazing dress that would make Jace stop in his tracks when he saw me. I don’t have the dress yet, but I know I won’t be able to find one that makes my boobs look good while there’s a stupid five pound camera hanging around my neck.
    It’s as if all my hope was caught up in this fairytale dream of Jace coming to the festival, and this stupid camera bag just shattered it. It’s fate, telling me to stop daydreaming of romance and realize that my boyfriend is too busy for me.
    Maybe I should just wear sweatpants to the stupid Winter Festival.

Chapter 4
    Becca is waiting for me after school as usual, but this time the look on her face is freaking priceless.
    “Becca, this is Chase,” I say, swinging a lazy hand between both of them. “He just moved in next door to me and he’s giving me a ride home.”
    “Oh I see how it is,” she says with a mock sarcasm. “You’re too good to get a ride home with me now, eh?”
    “Actually,” Chase interrupts with that stupid attractive smile of his, “You’re welcome to have her. She’s been a bit of a jerk today.”
    Becca giggles and it’s all I can do not to throw up from how much she’s flirting right now. Seriously. I mean she’s batting her eyes at him and everything. “Oh, you’ll have to get used to that,” she says, grabbing his arm for good measure. I mean, God forbid he flies away in the wind. “She’s always a bit moody.”
    I guess this sort of behavior is to be expected from her since she and her boyfriend broke up a month ago. Becca pokes at the camera bag slung over my shoulder. “What are you taking pictures of this time?”
    “The Winter Festival,” I say with a sigh.
    “That blows. Are we still going dress shopping?”
    I nod and start telling her about the camera strap and dress cleavage dilemma as we walk to the parking lot. Chase clears his throat. “You girls worry about the weirdest things.”
    My cheeks flush red as I look to my right, having totally forgotten that he was walking with us. “Oh my god, were you listening to our conversation?”
    “It’s kind of hard not to,” he says, smiling at Becca. “Besides, we’re all in this together. I need help making sure my camera strap doesn’t cover my cleavage, either.”
    “Shut up,” I say. “Wait, what do you mean by camera strap?”
    He holds up another camera case with the school’s logo on it. “I’m the other photographer. Guess you’ll get to show me around the festival as well.”
     
    Becca reaches for another slice of pizza while I continue my rant from the