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though.
That’s not her style. She’ll go for the kill. (Unless she feels sorry for you, which she seldom does, and sure didn’t feel it for me right
then.) But as she went on, she did sound like she was back-peddling a little, but it still wasn’t useful to me,
and definitely didn’t make me feel any better.
    Still, she conceded, “Okay, I think
they all get you aren’t going
to hold their hand, or take them to a school dance. They all get that they’re
not that special to you. But
still, most of them are willing to put up with squashing their girly dreams for
a chance to have you hold them and kiss them … but not girls like Ally Grange.
Girls like her play it safe. I mean, they might fantasize about you—the
kissing and holding—but they will never go for you. Actually, Griffin, for the most part—in reality—you
only attract a certain type of girl—stupid ones.”
    Um, ouch.
    Hailey quickly went on, apparently
enjoying stomping my heart—since she got to do it so seldom. I mean, this
was the first time I’d ever asked her for girl advice, so really it was her
first opportunity to rant about me being a guy. She huffed, “But to answer your
question about why Ally runs from you—girls like her keep their hearts
safe—they won’t risk it getting broken. Instead, they go for guys like
Baker—“safe guys” that will behave like they want, and take them to the
dances they want, and hold their hands. They save guys like you only for their
dreams—but will always— always —run
from you.” Hailey smirked with a joyful gleam in her dark dancing eyes. “Give
it up, Griffin. You’ll never get her.”
    Wow. She was practically dancing a
jig to get to tell me this junk. Still, it seemed to be true. Everything she
said. Whenever I tried to get near Ally, she’d run. Literally run .
    Finally, I just mailed Ally’s
notebook to her. I didn’t want to break her heart … and apparently she didn’t
want me to either. The thing was though, I didn’t really think I would. But she
wasn’t going to give me a chance to find out.
    Maybe that was smart.
    Apparently, I’m a wad.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 11

 
 
    It wasn’t long after I mailed Ally
her notebook to her that I got into some trouble. Serious trouble. I’m not going to tell you about it though, not
right now anyway. Maybe never. My trauma counselors tell me not to go around
talking about it. I mean, they want me to talk about it with them —constantly. But it’s
not stuff I should divulge to people where it can circulate through the school
and community. Just not a good idea. I don’t think I
would “share” anyway, but who knows, sometimes my mouth just spews things out.
Then later I’m like, why’d I say that?
    I’m a pretty random guy.
    Anyway, by junior year I’d pretty
much forgotten about Ally. Pretty much. Now she was dating this poser guy,
Aiden Hanks. He was even worse than Baker. Even more of a girl. The guy bugged
me. In a big way. Unfortunately, he was on the hockey team with me that year,
so I actually had to listen to his mouth. Not that I actually listened to the punk—ever. Except
one morning, I came out of the locker room and Poser was talking
smack—about me.
    The dude was a brave, stupid soul.
I mean, he had to already know I hated his guts and was itching for an excuse
to splatter those guts all over the sidewalk. Now he had handed the excuse to
me on a silver platter. Everyone was glad. I mean , the
kid had a mouth. He bugged everyone on the team. Everyone . I’m actually a fairly tolerant guy—considering I
kept having to stop practically every member of the team from taking a slug at
the guy at one time or another. (He was new to the team, so I tried— tried —to cut him some slack,
reasoning maybe he was such an obnoxious dill-weed because he was trying to
“fit in” or whatever mumbo-jumbo my counselors tried getting me to swallow.)
    I backed Poser against the wall,
ready to knock his pretty face in. Glad I