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students from discussing anything that happened in the class, even with fellow students.  The only ones to know that Brett and Ally were picked for the assignment were a handful of their fellow classmates.
    Brett sat down at his lunch table and looked around.  Bubbly Krista was jabbering on about something that happened in her English class with Tommy and Liam.  Frankie stared off in the distance until Brett met his eyes.  He couldn’t tell if Frankie was angry or jealous but he was definitely not happy with Brett.
    “So, anything cool in history class today guys?” Krista asked.
    Brett shook his head.  “Nothing, really.  Right Frankie?”
    “Nothing,” Frankie replied solemnly.
    They made their way to the lines at the front of the lunchroom.  Brett surveyed the tacos and took two.  Suddenly Brett was bumped from behind.  His tray slipped off the rails, but he managed to catch it.  Unfortunately the plate with the tacos crashed to the ground.  A few people nearby started laughing as Brett bent down and started picking up the mess. 
    The laughter grew and he could see behind him that those in line were laughing too.  He turned his head and found the cause of this disaster: Lance Hawk.
    Lance stood there, a big grin on his face.  His buddies besides him were elbowing him and laughing. 
    “Poor sap,” one of them said.
    Brett, although shy and someone who kept to himself, was no pushover.  He could handle these situations.  He’d rather talk his way out of a fight, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t stand up for himself.  He quickly picked up the tray and walked toward Lance, a scowl covering his face.
    “I’ll take that, son.”  An older man in a white apron grabbed the tray out of his hand and stood before him and Lance.  “Accidents happen.  Seems like everyday around this place.  Go get yourself a new tray and plate.”
    Brett just stood there staring at Lance.
    “Go on now, back in line,” the man said, nudging Brett away from the scene.
    Slowly, Brett moved backward, staring Lance down as he went.  He grabbed another tray, got his tacos, an apple and some lemonade, and went back to his table.
    “Nice move,” Frankie said, snickering.
    “That jerk Lance pushed me,” replied Brett.
    “Don’t worry about it,” Krista said.  “I heard he’s a jerk, too.  Someone told me he just moved here from New York.”
    Brett bit into his taco and warm orange grease dripped down his hand and onto his plate.  “So, anyone wanna go to the movies this weekend?” he asked between bites.
    They all agreed to meet at the theater that night to see the latest Avengers movie.  Brett finished his lunch and took his tray and plate toward the dishwashing window.  When he got there, Lance had just finished stacking his tray.
    “Have a nice spill?” Lance joked.
    “I wouldn’t do that again,” Brett replied, calmly stacking his own plate and tray.
    “Oh yeah?” Brett didn’t look at him and started to walk back toward his table.
    “Hey Logan,” Lance called out, following close behind, “stay away from Ally.”  He turned and walked away, leaving Brett standing in the middle of the lunch room.
    Stay away from Ally?  Were they together?

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    L iam and Tommy arrived at the movies about the same time that Brett got dropped off by his dad. 
    “Where’s Frankie?” Liam asked.
    “Said he couldn’t make it, wasn’t feeling well.  You get tickets yet?”
    “Nah, just got here.  Let’s get them before it sells out.”
    Liam and Tommy each bought their own ticket, and Brett bought an extra one for Krista, who had yet to arrive.  They waited outside for only a few minutes before Krista showed up, but when she got out of the white SUV, she wasn’t alone.  The two girls were both dressed in tight jeans and tank tops—white for Krista, pink for her companion.  They both had sweatshirts draped over their arms.  Brett thought Krista looked really good, but her friend looked