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I couldn’t stop watching the door. Jacob was going to be in one of my classes—I just had a feeling. I’d take the Trio
and
Jasmine in class over him.
    I looked at Paige out of the corner of my eye as she took out a clean sheet of paper and got ready to take notes. I had to tell her about Jacob. She was my close friend and I needed someone to talk to or I’d go crazy. Even though Paige didn’t have a boyfriend, she gave the best guy advice. If she ever quit hosting
Teen Cuisine
, she could totally write an advice column for
Fifteen
.
    â€œPaige,” I said, leaning over. “After class, I want to talk to—”
    I stopped talking when my eyes flickered to the guy walking through the door.
    Ryan. Paige’s crush. He was
so
her type. Dark brown hair, intense eyes, and fair skin. Not a football player, but he definitely spent time in the gym.
    Paige blushed, ducking her head, then glanced back up. Ryan scanned the classroom for an empty seat and he saw Paige. He smiled and walked toward us. There was a seat at the table in front of us.
    Take it! Sit there!
I tried to will Ryan through ESP.
    He dropped his backpack onto the floor and slid into the right chair. He turned around, flashing dimples.
    â€œHey, guys,” he said.
    I smiled back, keeping one eye on Paige to make sure she didn’t decide to bolt for the door or something. “Hi, Ryan. Did you have a good summer?”
    â€œTotally,” Ryan said. “I spent most of it at my brother’s house on the Cape. I went surfing every day and rode his Jet Ski. It was awesome.”
    I looked at Paige, waiting for her to jump in and start talking. She’d been awkward around Ryan before summer break, but I’d hoped the IMing would have made her more comfortable around him. Her face, however, was bright pink and she kept her eyes on the paper on her desk.
    â€œYou hear anything about this class?” Ryan asked, directing his question to Paige.
    Paige looked up and played with her pen. “Um, I read on FaceSpace that the teacher gives a lot of homework, but nothing too bad. And Sasha had her last year and the teacher was kind of tough.”
    â€œYou need to friend me,” Ryan said. “We chatted all summer and I don’t even think we’re friends. That’s kind of wrong.”
    â€œSo wrong,” Paige said, smiling.
    I hid my own grin. They’d be dating in no time. And Ryan seemed like a good guy, so I wasn’t worried aboutPaige. Ryan turned around when our teacher, Ms. Peterson, walked into the classroom.
    â€œHey, what were you about to say before?” Paige whispered.
    â€œNothing—tell you later,” I said.
    â€œWelcome, class,” Ms. Peterson said, tucking a lock of her chin-length dark hair behind her ear. “Let’s start with attendance and then we’ll go through the syllabus. I want to make sure everyone is aware of the deadlines for important papers and projects from the beginning.”
    She was going to be tough—she was last year. Ms. Peterson took attendance and then passed out papers to all of us.
    Her syllabus was twenty-four pages long, in size-ten font and with tiny margins.
    â€œFirst,” Ms. Peterson said. “Let me say that I do not tolerate lateness. If you’re late—don’t bother coming to my class. The same rule applies with papers and projects—if you miss a deadline, it’s an automatic zero. No makeups.”
    Everyone in the class was still. I surreptitiously capped my pink pen and traded it for a blue one. I had a feeling my paper would come back to me ripped into pieces if I turned it in with pink ink.
    As I listened to Ms. Peterson, I glanced over at Paige’s desk. She was drawing a tiny heart on the inside of her folder.
P & R
was written inside the heart.
    Suddenly, I knew I couldn’t tell Paige about Jacob. Not now. Not when she was just starting to like a guy herself. The focus should