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perfectly.
    “That’s obvious.”
    The guy dealing cards blocked my view of who Dart was with. Whoever it was waved off the drink Dart offered.
    “She’s amazing, man.” Dart’s back was to me now, his words less audible. “We’re hanging out tomorrow.”
    “She’s clearly into you.” Henry Knightly’s head came into view. He leaned against the card table. I looked to my right where two girls suddenly appeared, watching something on an iPad. To my left was a line of five or six guys wearing nothing but towels around their waists. I was pretty much trapped in place for the time being. Eavesdropping by default.
    “Convenient that she lives across the street,” Knightly continued.
    I grinned when I realized they were talking about Julia. It wasn’t surprising, but it made me happy that Dart was already smitten.
    “What about you?” Dart said. “You’ve met a dozen women tonight and you’re ready to bolt.”
    Knightly shook his head. “No one I care to see again.”
    Guy-talk was so uninteresting. At least I could report back to Julia that she had a fan in Dart.
    Curving myself into a crouched position, I balanced on the balls of my feet, hands gripping my knees, ready to hobble away.
    “No one?” Dart said, sounding surprised. “What about Julia’s roommate?”
    I froze, staring down at the sidewalk.
    “What about her?”
    Still concealed behind the card table, I turned to peek in their direction. The sliver of Dart’s face that I could see was grinning. “I don’t have to tell you this, but dude, she’s hot.”
    I couldn’t help smiling. Despite my mindset of brains over beauty, it was nice to be thought of as hot. I approved of this Dart guy more and more.
    “I don’t remember meeting anyone hot,” Knightly said.
    I rolled my eyes, trying not to be insulted.
    Dart chuckled good-naturedly. “Whatever, man.”
    “If you’re talking about the blond,” Knightly said, crossing his arms, “she’s not my type.”
    Lucky me . My legs wobbled, straining from holding a tight crouch.
    “The gorgeous type?” Dart asked. “She seems fun and damn smart. You’re saying that’s not your type?”
    “Someone like her is not anyone’s type.” Knightly pulled out his phone. “Obviously.”
    My mouth fell open.
    “I think she’s studying biology,” Dart said. “You’d like—”
    “She’s a tree-hugging feminist.”
    Wow. How very un original. The comment barely fazed me. Over the past year, I’d been called much worse than the antiquated “tree-hugger.” Coming from someone like Henry Knightly, the slur was practically a compliment. Sure, it was a little weird squatting there, listening to a stranger pick me apart, but nothing he said should matter.
    “Your sister gave me an earful the other night,” Knightly said. He stared down at his phone, so I couldn’t hear very clearly, but I swore I heard the words “liberal” and “attention,” maybe even “phony.”
    I ground my teeth. What had Lilah been saying to him? And what poison was this guy passing around?
    Dart shrugged and took a drink. “Her hair is wicked cool. Those braids.”
    Knightly muttered something about ridiculous and dirt, ending with “snakes.”
    Oh, no, he didn’t. Say what you will about my politics, but leave my hair out of it.
    “Hopeless,” Dart said. As he turned in the direction of the crowd, his expression brightened. “Here comes Julia. I gotta go. Sure you won’t stay?”
    “I’m leaving now. See you tomorrow.”
    I watched as Dart tossed his can in the trash, attempted to smooth down his unruly hair, then disappeared.
    Leaving Knightly standing alone.
    He leaned back against the card table, making it wobble. He probably was oblivious to the card game he was disturbing. He was definitely oblivious to the girl five feet away whom he’d managed to insult from head to toe in two minutes flat.
    I couldn’t stop myself from replaying his words, his harsh, ugly words. The more they ran through my