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guys. I realized my heart was pounding as if I’d just run a homer in kickball. Why? Was this another symptom of the mysterious sparks disease Simone had diagnosed me with?
    We rounded the corner into the administration hall. I spotted Logan right away, and immediately had a flip-flopping stomach to add to my list of symptoms. He was leaning against the wall outside the main office, dressed in well-worn jeans, with a backpack slung over one shoulder, studying a slip of paper. When I glanced at the other girls, I could see that all of them were checking him out. Ling’s dark eyes were narrowed with interest, while Taylor’s practically bulged out of her head. Megan and Zoe were trading an impressed glance.
    I felt another yank on my arm as Simone hurried forward. “Logan!” she called, waving with her free hand. “Hi! How’s it going?”
    Logan glanced up, almost immediately breaking into that slightly crooked smile. “Hey! How’s it going, Bailey? And, um . . . sorry.” He flashed Simone a helpless smile. “Help me out here—is it Cindy?”
    “Close!” Simone giggled. “It’s Simone. So, welcome to our lovely school.”
    “Thanks. Seems pretty cool here so far.” He shot me a grin. “Definitely a typical American high school, just like Bailey told me.”
    “Yeah.” I desperately searched my mind for something witty to say. “Uh, no MIT shirt today, huh?”
    Okay, not so witty. But he chuckled anyway. “Nah, it was pretty gross by the time I finished helping Dad lug all his filing cabinets up the stairs into his new home office.”
    “So where do you live, Logan?” Ling asked. She and the others had stepped forward to join us by now. “It is Logan, right? I’m Ling. Simone and Bailey told us all about running into you yesterday.”
    Ugh! Why did she have to say that? Now Logan was probably going to think I’d been blabbing about him all over town. It was Simone! I wanted to shout. Just Simone! She’s the one who’s been gossiping about you—not me!
    But of course I didn’t say a thing. Just stood there like a dork as everyone traded introductions. Meanwhile I couldn’t seem to stop staring at Logan. I was pretty sure he noticed too—I caught his eyes sliding toward me a couple of times. Probably wondering whether I was dangerous or just weird.
    “So when did you move here, Logan?” Megan asked.
    “This weekend—we flew in from Zurich just in time to meet the moving van that brought our stuff out of storage in Boston.” Logan didn’t seem fazed at all by being interrogated by more than half a dozen near strangers. “So this town’s still brand-new to me. Luckily, our new neighbors already filled us in on all the cool local spots. Like College Avenue Eats, for instance.” He turned and smiled at me. “By the way, my parents loved the sandwiches, Bailey. They said to give their compliments to the chef.”
    “That would be me!” Simone dropped into a little curtsy. “But I can’t take much credit—Bailey taught me everything I know. She’s super talented in all kinds of ways.”
    “Stop,” I muttered. Seeing that Logan was still smiling at me for some reason, I felt another flutter of those sparks, though I did my best to shove them aside. “Anyway, I’m glad you liked the food. Or your parents did. Um, whatever.”
    “If you liked the sandwiches, you should totally try the cupcakes,” Taylor put in. “They’re to die for. I’m, like, totally addicted to the banana ones.”
    “Sounds good. I’ll have to check them out.” Logan was still watching me. Was I acting that weird? Did they not have geeky girls in Switzerland? Then again, maybe it was scientific interest—he could be wondering why my face was so red that I looked like some kind of human-lobster hybrid. Not that that was scientifically possible as far as I knew.
    “Is that your schedule?” Ling sidled closer to Logan and peered at the paper he was holding, “What homeroom do you have?”
    “Um . . .” Logan