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smokers go because, not surprisingly, the smell of institutional food overwhelms the smell of smoke, and no one ever gets caught. The bathroom in the main hall, near the lockers, is controlled by Lily and company. They freeze people out with old-school mean-girl tactics—staring, giggling, and whispering—which are somehow always in vogue and ever effective. I avoid that bathroom like the plague.
    I am sitting on the toilet, peeing, when I hear someone enter.
    “What, Mom? This is, like, the tenth time you’ve called in the past hour.”
    It’s Lily. I’m surprised to find her here.
    “No. I can’t come home right now. We’re all going to Stokes’s and then out for dinner. We can talk later. Or tomorrow.”
    I don’t know what to do. Lily clearly doesn’t know I’m here. But the longer I stay, the more awkward it gets. I don’t want to appear like I’m eavesdropping, but any way you slice it, it’s not going to be good when I suddenly appear. The sooner I can get out of here, the better. I have no interest in Wentworth family drama.
    “What’s the big secret? Why can’t you just tell me now?” Lily barks into the phone.
    I flush and exit the stall. Lily glares at me. I keep my head down and pretend I haven’t heard a thing.
    “I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you back,” Lily says, hangs up, and turns her high beams on me. Ugh. I’m not in the mood. I’m worn out from my earlier outburst.
    We stare at each other for a beat, neither of us pleased to see each other, both for different reasons. Underneath Lily’s fierce bluster, I sense fear and embarrassment. It’s weird. So not Lily.
    “What the fuck, Kylie?” she says, as if she owns the whole damn place.
    “Sorry, I…” And my voice trails off. I’m thrown by the whole strange scenario. What I should say is, “What the fuck, Lily?” I mean, she’s the one yelling at her mother in the bathroom. Not me. But as usual, I’m on the defensive.
    “Were you spying on me?” Lily demands.
    “Of course not. I was going to the bathroom. I was here first. You walked in on me,” I remind her.
    “Why don’t you get a life instead of listening in on other people’s?” And with that, Lily turns and marches out before I can come up with a witty rejoinder.
    Bitch.
    Hopefully, this will be our very last exchange for the rest of our lives.

hat was wack, bro,” Charlie says. “Girl’s a freak!” I say to Charlie. But what I don’t tell Charlie is that Kylie is right. I can be an asshole. It’s a role I’m pretty comfortable with. Bottom line, I get away with a lot of shit around here ’cause people let me. The thing is, everyone’s always wanting something from me. If I worried about everyone’s feelings, I’d never get anything done. I’ve got to take care of myself. I can’t be dealing with everybody’s junk all day long. And Murphy’s assignment is definitely Kylie’s junk. I should put it out of my head. Normally I would. But I made a promise to myself when my dad went into the hospital for the second time, that I would stop being such a selfish prick, because maybe that isn’t the way to go through life. It didn’t work out so well for my dad.
    “She kicked me. Hard. Chick has issues,” Charlie insists.
    “Totally,” I say. But I can’t help feeling sorry for Kylie. She takes everything so goddamned seriously. No one wants to hang with her, except for weird Will Bixby. I mean, who gets that worked up over an assignment? I can’t remember ever giving that much of a crap about any homework. Ever.
    Charlie gets another point off of me. He’s in the lead. It’s eight to seven. Kylie totally messed with my head. I don’t need that kind of distraction, with tryouts for UCLA coming up next week. That’s a whole lot more important than some stupid paper for Murphy.
    “Get your head in the game,” Charlie says.
    “I’m trying,” I say. But it’s easier said than done. Charlie serves and I miss. Twice. It’s not even a good