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bouquet a rattle. “Same as me.”
    She makes a face. “One of mine doesn’t count. Ethan Shlosky sent one to me. Can you believe it? Stalker.”
    “Yeah, well, I got one from Kent McFuller, so one of mine doesn’t count either.”
    “He looves you,” she says, drawing out the o . “Did you get Lindsay’s text?”
    I pick the mushy center out of my bagel and pop it in my mouth. “Are we really going to go to his party?”
    Ally snorts. “Afraid he’ll date-rape you?”
    “Very funny.”
    “There’s gonna be a keg,” Ally says. She takes a tiny nibbleof her turkey sandwich. “My house after school, okay?” She doesn’t really have to ask. It’s our tradition on Fridays. We order food, raid her closet, blast music, and dance around swapping eye shadows and lip glosses.
    “Yeah, sure.”
    I’ve been watching Rob come closer out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly he’s there, plopping into a chair next to me and leaning in until his mouth is touching my left ear. He smells like Total cologne. He always does. I think it smells a little like this tea my grandmother used to drink—lemon balm—but I haven’t told him that yet.
    “Hey, Slammer.” He’s always making up names for me: Slammer, Samwich, Sammy Says. “Did you get my Valogram?”
    “Did you get mine?” I say.
    He swings his backpack off his shoulder and unzips it. There are a half dozen crumpled roses in the bottom of his bag—I’m assuming one of them is mine—and besides that, an empty pack of cigarettes, a pack of Trident gum, his cell phone, and a change of shirts. He’s not so much into studying.
    “Who are the other roses from?” I say, teasing him.
    “Your competition,” he says, arching his eyebrows.
    “Very classy,” Ally says. “Are you going to Kent’s party tonight, Rob?”
    “Probably.” Rob shrugs and suddenly looks bored.
    Here’s a secret: one time when we were kissing, I opened myeyes and saw that his eyes were open. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was looking over my shoulder, watching the room.
    “He’s getting a keg,” Ally says for the second time.
    Everyone jokes that going to Jefferson prepares you for the total college experience: you learn to work, and you learn to drink. Two years ago the New York Times ranked us among the top ten booziest public schools in Connecticut.
    It’s not like there’s anything else to do around here, though. We’ve got malls and basement parties. That’s it. Let’s face it: that’s how most of the country is. My dad always said that they should take down the Statue of Liberty and put up a big strip mall instead, or those golden McDonald’s arches. He said at least that way people would know what to expect.
    “Ahem. Excuse me .”
    Lindsay is standing behind Rob, clearing her throat. She has her arms folded and she’s tapping her foot.
    “You’re in my seat, Cokran,” she says. She’s only pretending to be hard-core. Rob and Lindsay have always been friends. At least, they’ve always been in the same group, and by necessity have always had to be friends.
    “My apologies, Edgecombe.” He gets up and makes a big flourish, like a bow, when she sits down.
    “See you tonight, Rob,” Ally says, and adds, “bring your friends.”
    “I’ll see you later.” Rob leans down and buries his face in my hair, making his voice deep and quiet. That voice used to makeall of the nerves in my body light up like a firework explosion. Now, sometimes, I think it’s cheesy. “Don’t forget. It’s all about you and me tonight.”
    “I haven’t forgotten,” I say, hoping my voice sounds sexy and not scared. My palms are sweating and I pray he doesn’t try to take my hand.
    Thankfully, he doesn’t. Instead he bends down and presses his mouth into mine. We make out for a bit until Lindsay squeals, “Not while I’m eating,” and throws a fry in my direction. It hits me on my shoulder.
    “Bye, ladies,” Rob says, and saunters off with his hat just tilted on an