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announced the upcoming student government activities, which include the school dance—on Friday, February 14. He did his best to try to get everybody excited.
    â€œThe dance is going to be better than ever this year because it falls on Valentine’s Day,” he said. Then he showed a really corny video he made of people dancing and kissing and having fun. When it was over, he promised there would be cool, never-before-seen-at-Faraway-Middle stuff at the dance. “I’ve been sworn to secrecy by the committee members,” said Billy. “I can’t divulge what we will have, but I can tell you that any lone females in need of a Valentine can count on me.”
    When he said that, a bunch of girls started clapping, cheering, and whistling. I thought Billy’s offer sounded like a good thing too.
    Until lunch. I was sitting with Brynn and Billy when Brynn said, “Hey Billy, I have the perfect angle for the newspaper article I want to write! Since the dance is going to be so awesome, I think it would be really interesting to everyone if I focus on what goes into planning it. What do you think?”
    I froze. I thought I was going to choke on my chicken patty. I wanted to say I hated the idea, but I was scared if I did, it would have a reverse effect on Billy, the way that most things Mom says have on me.
    Brynn kept talking. “I could shadow you while you go to planning meetings. I’ll take notes and pictures, then my story could run the Monday after the dance. It’ll be so cool for everyone to have an awesome time at the dance on Friday, then come to school Monday and read about what went into planning it.” Brynn exhaled. “What do you think?”
    I said a quick prayer. Dear God, please let Billy hate that idea as much as I do.
    But apparently, I wasn’t fast enough.
    â€œI love it,” said Billy. He put his hand up, and he and Brynn high-fived like we used to do in grade school, only then I used to like it. Billy kept talking. “The dance committee meetings are before school, so you’ll have to get up early.”
    â€œI don’t mind.” Brynn’s anything-for-the-story tone annoyed me.
    Billy kept going. “Also, the meetings are closed-door. We don’t want anyone to find out what we’ve got planned before the dance.” He leaned across the table like what he was about to say next was for Brynn’s ears only. “Will our secrets be safe with you?” he asked her.
    Brynn leaned toward Billy. “Absolutely!”
    Her you-can-trust-me voice was even more nauseating than her anything-for-the-story voice. I guess I should be grateful I didn’t throw up chicken all over the cafeteria.
    Wednesday, January 15, 10:02 a.m.
Science class
    Ms. Thompson gave us a study hall this period, which I would use to study except I can’t think about school when I can’t stop thinking about what happened on the way to school. Ever since last week when Matt walked with me, I’ve been having Dad drive me. It’s just that I made a resolution to try to get Billy back, so walking to school with Matt doesn’t seem like a smart thing to do. But this morning, before I could leave the house with Dad, Matt actually knocked on our door and asked if I wanted to walk.
    Grrr! I couldn’t very well say no when he was standing right in front of me—plus he looked really cute in his hoodie and parka. So I walked to school with Matt, and here’s the bad news (or the good news, depending on how you look at it, and I’m still not sure how I’m looking at it): I liked walking to school with him. He didn’t talk about baseball this time. In fact, he didn’t talk about himself at all. He wanted to talk about me, so I ended up telling him about the dance team going to the community center and the show we’re helping with. I told him about Des and how she likes to talk and hates to dance. I even imitated how she