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Wessington and Eric Sandberg, to name two—although she’d never really gone out with any of them for too long.
    Besides, most of the girls in school who were gay were out. If Katie were gay, Heather would know about it. Wouldn’t she?
    On the other hand, Katie might still be in the closet or, like Heather, not sure how she felt.
    Heather had her hopes.
    Mr. Norton stuck his head into the hall and made a perfunctory grouchy face, just to get everyone moving. Katie and her friends slowly ambled into the room, and Heather followed, taking a seat at a table in the back.
    â€œOkay, class, we’ve got a lot of material to cover today,” Mr. Norton said. He was wearing a pair of yellow goggles and a starched white lab coat. “I want you to pair up with the person sitting next you, to share a beaker. We’re going to be testing for exothermic and endothermic reactions.”
    Heather glanced to her right and saw Derrick Talbot grinning at her. Oh, please. Not the dumbest guy in the senior class. Heather had already made the mistake of offering to tutor him on a chem project a few months ago—she couldn’t help herself, he was so pathetic. Of course, he took it the wrong way and had been flirting with her, calling her, and IM-ing her ever since.
    â€œCool,” Derrick said, looking pleased as punch. “I always thought there was a lot of chemistry between us.”
    Ugh.
    â€œWell, you were wrong,” Katie Morgan said in an I’m-brash-but-I’m-cute sort of way. Katie had been sitting a few seats away, but now she nudged Derrick with her elbow. “Move over. Trade partners with me.”
    Katie was the kind of beautiful, popular, confident girl you didn’t say no to. Derrick gave Heather one last pleading look, hoping she’d bail him out and keep him as her lab partner, but that definitely wasn’t happening. Finally, shoulders drooping, he picked up his chem book, which Heather noticed still looked brand-new, as if it had never been opened, and slid onto the next stool.
    â€œThanks!” Heather whispered, leaning close to Katie so Derrick wouldn’t hear.
    â€œDon’t thank me,” Katie said. “I did it for totally selfish reasons.” She beamed at Heather with dancing eyes.
    What did that mean? Was she saying she liked Heather? Or just that she wanted to get a good grade on this lab?
    Katie’s face, eyes, and smile always said, “I love getting what I want.” But not in a bad way. Heather found her confidence thrilling.
    â€œSo what the hell is an exothermic reaction, anyway?” Katie asked. “I forgot to read this chapter.”
    â€œIt’s something that produces heat,” Heather said. Then she blushed because in her head she wanted to add, Just like you.
    â€œI’m all for that,” Katie said with a bright laugh.
    Suddenly, Heather couldn’t get enough air. She felt like she’d better hold very still to make sure she didn’t do something dumb, or embarrassing, or wrong.
    It was weird to feel so excited that she didn’t know what to do with herself. Especially in chem class. This was one of her best subjects.
    â€œYou’ll need safety goggles for this,” Mr. Norton was saying. “We’re going to start with dilute sulfuric acid . . .”
    Katie’s arm brushed against Heather’s hand as she reached for a pair of goggles.
    Did she do that on purpose? Heather glanced over, wondering. Katie’s brilliant smile beamed back at her.
    The next twenty minutes were a kind of tortured, blissful agony. It physically hurt to be so close to Katie, but still, Heather didn’t want class to end. She couldn’t concentrate, though, and accidentally poured too much magnesium powder into their beaker. Katie didn’t seem to care.
    â€œIt looks like the gunk that comes out of that creature’s jaw in Alien, ” Katie said about the green chemicals bubbling up.