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going into this with you again. So I found out. Drummond’s first name is Tom. Or Thomas, I guess, but the secretary called him
Tom.
” She said this in a way that implied the secretary had a crush on him.
    “Oh,” I said. “Okay. Well, it’s good his name isn’t Marvin or something, I guess.”
    “Marv,” Lila said. “Or Ralph.”
    “So why were you so interested in this information that you sought it from the administrative staff?”
    “You’re
not
interested?” she said.
    I waited to see if she’d elaborate, but she didn’t. “Not particularly. I mean, I wasn’t wondering.”
    “Even though he was flirting with you in class?”
    “He was not! He was making fun of me.”
    “No, he wasn’t,
Chuck.
He liked you.”
    “That’s what I’m talking about. What was he implying with that nickname?”
    “He was implying that he thought you were funny, you dork.”
    “He thought
you
were funny. If he likes anyone, it’s you.”
    “Whatever,” she said. “I don’t know why but I do kind of like him. It’s not like he’s hot, plus he clearly thinks he’s the cool teacher. And he’s kind of a jerk. I couldn’t believe he called me out like that.”
    “You wanted him to! You were asking for it.”
    “I was not! I just wanted to see what he was going to be like as a teacher.”
    I sighed; arguing with her was pointless. “Okay, so you have a disgusting and shameful crush on a teacher. Why do you think
I
do?”
    “When have you
not
crushed on a teacher? I thought he’d be right up your alley. He talked for like twenty minutes about how much he loves
Catch-22.
I thought you’d have a book boner for him, at least.”
    She was right, as much as I hated to admit it. I’d had crushes on teachers since the sixth grade. And English teachers were the worst—they liked books as much as I did, and I always got As in their classes. But the crushes were fleeting things, moments of gratefulness for the kindness and attention they showed me.
    “Well, I don’t,” I said. “He was mean to me from the minute we walked in.”
    “Will you listen to me? He was teasing you because he liked you!”
    “Great, so he’s a perv.” I knew my joke was more about the idea of a grown man lusting after a teenager. I didn’t have to worry about teachers getting ideas; it wouldn’t cross their minds to consider me.
    “I’m not saying he’s a perv. But he did nearly crack up when you lied about reading
The Brothers Karamazov.
Bold choice, by the way.”
    “God, I don’t know why I did that. I panicked. It was the only book I could remember. Like literally out of all books.”
    Lila snorted. “I picked
The Cat in the Hat.
At least yours had chapters.”
    “I wouldn’t call it your proudest moment,” I said.
    “The worst part is that I can’t read it, since I picked it. Maybe I’ll go for
Superfudge.
” She sighed. “Oh, I forgot to tell you about PE. You didn’t have it today, did you?”
    “Nope.” We only had it three days a week, and I’d gotten a study hall on the other two days.
    “Well,” she said, “bring a pillow.”

If there was a class I hated more than math, it was gym. It baffled me that people actually chased after the ball as if they wanted to catch it instead of nonchalantly stepping back when play got too close, or, if pressed, loping after it halfheartedly until someone else got to it first.
    Our gym teacher, Mrs. Deloit, surveyed us with the tired, watery eyes of a woman who had supervised far too many sessions of listless square dancing. “We’ve got a new activity this year, girls,” she said. “This semester you’ll be able to take yoga. There are only twenty places, but the boys won’t be joining us.”
    The other activities were basketball and soccer. I knew yoga was probably what Lila had been warning me about, but I couldn’t pass up an activity that didn’t involve either boys or sweating. Once we’d all chosen, Mrs. Deloit said, “All right, lap first, and then