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Aren’t these the same girls we see at the Dar-ee Keen every Saturday?”
    Emory smiled, and clapped his hand on my shoulder. “But they’re in the game now, Wate.” He looked at the girls in the hall.
     “And I’m ready to play.” Emory was mostly all talk. Last year, when we were freshmen, all we heard about were the hot seniors
     he thought he was going to hook up with now that he’d made JV. Em was as delusional as Link, but not as harmless. He had a
     mean streak; all the Watkinses did.
    Shawn shook his head. “Like pickin’ peaches off the vine.”
    “Peaches grow on trees.” I was already annoyed, maybe because I’d met up with the guys at the Stop & Steal magazine stand
     before school and been subjected to this same conversation while Earl flipped through issues of the only thing he ever read—magazines
     featuring girls in bikinis, lying across the hoods of cars.
    Shawn looked at me, confused. “What are you talkin’ about?”
    I don’t know why I even bothered. It was a stupid conversation, the same way it was stupid that all the guys had to meet up
     before school on Wednesday mornings. It was something I’d come to think of as roll call. A few things were expected if you
     were on the team. You sat together in the lunchroom. You went to Savannah Snow’s parties, asked a cheerleader to the winter
     formal, hung out at Lake Moultrie on the last day of school. You could bail on almost anything else, if you showed up for
     roll call. Only it was getting harder and harder for me to show up, and I didn’t know why.
    I still hadn’t come up with the answer when I saw her.
    Even if I hadn’t seen her, I’d have known she was there because the hallway, which was usually crammed with people rushing
     to their lockers and trying to make it to class before the second bell, cleared out in a matter of seconds. Everyone actually
     stepped aside when she came down the hall. Like she was a rock star.
    Or a leper.
    But all I could see was a beautiful girl in a long gray dress, under a white track jacket with the word
Munich
sewn on it, and beat-up black Converse peeking out underneath. A girl who wore a long silver chain around her neck, with
     tons of stuff dangling from it—a plastic ring from a bubblegum machine, a safety pin, and a bunch of other junk I was too
     far away to see. A girl who didn’t look like she belonged in Gatlin. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
    Macon Ravenwood’s niece. What was wrong with me?
    She tucked her dark curls behind her ear, black nail polish catching the fluorescent light. Her hands were covered with black
     ink, like she had written on them. She walked down the hall as if we were invisible. She had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen,
     so green they could’ve been considered some new color altogether.
    “Yeah, she’s hot,” said Billy.
    I knew what they were thinking. For a second, they were thinking about dumping their girlfriends for the chance to hit on
     her. For a second, she was a possibility.
    Earl gave her the once-over, then slammed his locker door. “If you ignore the fact that she’s a freak.”
    There was something about the way he said it, or more like, the reason he said it. She was a freak because she wasn’t from
     Gatlin, because she wasn’t scrambling to make it onto the cheer squad, because she hadn’t given him a second look, or even
     a first. On any other day, I would’ve ignored him and kept my mouth shut, but today I didn’t feel like shutting up.
    “So she’s automatically a freak, why? Because she doesn’t have on the uniform, blond hair and a short skirt?”
    Earl’s face was easy to read. This was one of those times when I was supposed to follow his lead, and I wasn’t holding up
     my end of our unspoken agreement. “Because she’s a Ravenwood.”
    The message was clear. Hot, but don’t even think about it. She wasn’t a possibility anymore. Still, that didn’t keep them
     from looking, and they were all looking. The