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even funny.
    Ashley put her hands on her hips. “So are any of you asking anyone in particular?”
    “As if we’d tell you,” said Heather, tossing her corkscrew curls.
    Ashley leaned in over my shoulder. “How about you, Del, hmmmm?”
    “None of your business,” I said.
    “Look, girls,” she said to her friends. “Del is being mysterious.” She narrowed her eyes and stared at me for a moment, then laughed. “Ta-ta, see you around.”
    Amy turned to me, all serious. “You should get over this Hamilton problem,” she whispered. “Otherwise Ashley’s going to ask him to the dance.”
    “Fine with me,” I said between gritted teeth. “Becky and I will go stag together, won’t we, Becky?”
    Becky glanced at me, looking slightly bewildered. “Um … sure,” she said.
    “But what if Hamilton tries to ask you, Del?” Heather pressed on. “Are you going to turn him down?”
    I crossed my arms and squared my shoulders. “Hamilton is not going to ask me because he’s not interested. End of story.”
    Heather sighed.
    “But just in case your crazy idea happens to be right,” I added defiantly, “he won’t be able to ask me. I’ll just avoid him. I don’t want to talk to him, anyway. It won’t be hard.”
    Famous last words.

Chapter Four
    The next day, I was minding my own business, standing in the lunch line when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around warily.
    “Hey, Del!” Hamilton said cheerfully. “What’s up? Haven’t seen you in a while.” He grinned. “What, have you been avoiding me?” he said jokingly.
    I gulped. Hamilton pushed his shaggy hair out of his eyes. He has the longest eyelashes I had ever seen on anyone, boy or girl.
    I wasn’t quite sure how I felt — a weird mix of happy to see him, angry at him about the Fleur ad, nervous that he would ask me to the dance, and maybe, oddly enough, nervous that he wouldn’t.
    “Hi, Hamilton,” I replied. Then, not knowing what to do, I picked up a package of chocolate chip cookies andstudied the nutritional content like it was the most interesting thing I had ever seen.
    Hamilton laughed. “Fascinating, huh? I prefer reading oatmeal raisin myself.” He picked up a package and pretended to study it as well. I couldn’t help it, I laughed. He was just so goofy. And cute. Goofily cute. Totally distracted, I realized that I was next in line. I grabbed a sandwich and a drink and paid the cashier without even registering what I was doing.
    “Bye, Hamilton,” I said. He waved.
    When I got back to my seat I looked down and saw I had grabbed a grape juice by mistake. I hate grape juice. Too sweet and purply.
    My friends were poring over prom magazines that Amy had borrowed from her sister. My face was still hot from my brief encounter with Hamilton and I couldn’t pay attention. I nodded enthusiastically when Heather asked me what I thought of a certain dress, then wanted to take it back when I realized I had given the thumbs-up to a bright pink fringed flapper-style dress. Becky gave me a funny look.
    “Well, what do you think about
this
one?” Amy asked the group, pointing to a white dress that had so manysilver sequins on the bodice that it looked like an ice skater’s costume.
    No one knew what to say. Finally, Heather broke the silence. “Totally tacky,” she said bluntly.
    “And the bubblegum-pink flapper dress wasn’t?” Amy asked, her feelings clearly hurt.
    “Del liked it!” protested Heather.
    Amy turned to me. “Do you really like the flapper dress better than the sequined one?” she asked me point-blank.
    “Hey,” I said, hurriedly grabbing my books. “Gotta go. It’s the perfect time to start reminding people to buy their prom flowers at Petal Pushers!”
    My last class of the day was science lab. I ran into Albert Bustios, my lab partner, on the way there.
    “I’m really excited about today’s lab,” he said.
    “I know! Acids and bases!” I replied.
    Yes, I like science lab. A lot. I like