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about how we wanted our senior year to be memorable, right?”
    Ari pulled at his ear, which is a thing he does when he gets nervous, while Steven texted.
    “Right?” I said again, yanking Steven’s Treo out of his hand.
    They finally nodded.
    “And we also talked about how Revenge of the Nerds was such a great wish-fulfillment movie and Judd Apatow should definitely remake it, right?”
    “Yeah?” said Ari warily.
    “So this is our chance!” I exclaimed. “With this documentary, not only will we have the opportunity to shake it up a bit, but we can do our own Revenge of the Nerds remake. Think about it—we’ll get to go to parties—”
    “And be around girls,” Steven said with a faraway look in his eyes.
    “Exactly! And be around girls! And there’s also the fact that we’ll . . . get to go to parties,” I said. Obviously I hadn’t thought much past the party part.
    “And be around girls,” Steven said again.
    “And be around girls,” I agreed. “Guys, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” I said. “A chance to leave the sidelines and start to experience life so we have a wealth of material to tap into for our art down the line.”
    “But you’re always saying that popularity is overrated and that you’d rather stick needles in your eyes than spend a night at a stupid keg party,” said Ari.
    “Who cares what my personal beliefs are!” I said, grabbing one of the carrot sticks that Steven’s mom packed in his lunch every day. “What’s important here is that if I ever make a movie that has a keg-party scene, I’ll want it to be as authentic as possible and therefore I should make sure I go to at least one.”
    “Dude—you’re right. This is our chance to finally get into the game,” Steven said excitedly.
    “But I hate sports,” said Ari. “I have no eye-hand coordination.”
    I sighed. “Just insert whatever metaphor works for you, okay?” I replied. “So are you with me or what? Because I can’t do this alone. Behind every great director is an even better director of photography and soundman, and for good or for bad, you guys are all I’ve got.”
    “I’m in,” said Steven. “Especially since there’s the possibility of girls being involved.”
    We looked at Ari.
    “Me, too, I guess,” he replied. “As long as this social-life thing doesn’t get in the way of my homework. Yale’s a lot harder to get into than USC.”
    “Not the film school,” I corrected as I took my inhaler out of my pocket for a quick hit before putting it down on the table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to change the course of our fate.” After taking a few steps, I turned. “But if I’m not back in ten minutes or so, you should probably come look for me.”
    “Don’t you want to take your inhaler?” Ari yelled. “In case you have some sort of allergic reaction to being in such close proximity to all that popularity?”
    As a group of tree huggers looked up from their brown rice and veggies, I could feel myself start to flush. “Give me a break,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ve been around popular people before.”
    “When?” asked Steven.
    I thought about it. “When I met Stan Lee at Comic-Con two years ago,” I finally said. Stan Lee was the co-creator of Spider-Man and X-Men among other things.
    The two of them looked at each other and shrugged.
    “I’ll be fine,” I said. And with that I began the long walk to The Ramp. The Ramp leads to this raised platform in the corner of the cafeteria where there are ten or so tables, and the popular kids sit there, which makes them not only figuratively but literally above us nonpopular kids. (I had already mapped out the shot I would be using in the documentary to show this poetic tidbit.) As you can imagine, there’s been a lot of flak about The Ramp over the years. In fact, rumor has it that this sophomore named Cindy Gold wrote a really intense letter to the editor of the Castle Heights Courier about it a few