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better, but she’d never tell him that!
    As if the holes weren’t enough, the Bs made the game even more difficult. They refused to get sweaty so they didn’t play. But rather than waiting on the sidelines, the three of them stood in the center of the field, blocking the way for both teams.
    Sam said that Coach Ipthos liked adding another obstacle to the game so he never forced them to play.
    When Megan got near, Brenda and Brooke each took turns trying to trip her. Betsy, it turned out, had a cleanliness obsession and wouldn’t do anything that might get stains on her clothing. “If anyone oozes zombie goop on me, I’ll kill them!” she shouted any time a player got too close.
    Avoiding the Bs, Megan and Sam dueled it out near the sidelines. By the end of class, Megan’s team had narrowly won, 3-2.
    â€œThat was fun!” Megan hurried down the field. She went to give Sam a high five, but he kept his hands behind his back.
    She thought he was being a sore loser until he said, “Smacking is a bad idea. I’ll lose a finger for sure.” Sam grinned and very carefully put his hand out for a loose shake instead. “Good game.”
    Megan lightly touched his hand.
    â€œLet’s go.” Sam immediately closed his fingers around hers and held on. “This way.” He took out his map and led Megan around the deep field traps and into school.
    When they reached the locker rooms, Megan was reluctant to let go.
    â€œSee you at lunch,” Sam told her, casually breaking the hold.
    â€œOkay,” Megan replied, glancing down at her warm, empty palm.
    As he went into the boys’ locker rooms to change for lunch, Megan headed to the girls’ and quickly searched her backpack for her cell phone. She checked the time. “Darn.” Rachel was in class.
    Not wanting to forget, Megan made a note in her spiral to call Rachel later.
    She couldn’t wait to tell her best friend all about Sam.

The next morning, something was nagging at Megan’s memory.
    Something important she’d forgotten.
    She opened her notebook. There were only two things listed.
    Read Frankenstein .
    Check. She’d done that and taken careful notes.
    Next: Call Rachel.
    Check. She’d done that last night before bed.
    Rachel had wanted to know if she still had a crush on Brett. And for a second Megan couldn’t remember who Brett was, so she looked him up online and pasted a printout of his profile page in her notebook.
    Of course she still had a crush on Brett. She’d liked him since she’d met him.
    Sam was — well, Megan didn’t exactly know what Sam was.
    â€œHe’s a new friend,” Megan told Rachel. Which was true.
    That’s when Rachel said, “Brett’s been asking about you.”
    â€œReally?” Megan’s heart felt like it might leap out of her chest. “When?”
    â€œHe asks at least once every day,” Rachel told Megan. “Sometimes when we eat lunch together or when we hang outside during free period, and almost always after school when I see him at the theater.”
    â€œWow,” Megan said. “Brett is asking about me. Very cool.”
    â€œYeah,” Rachel said. “He is cool.”
    That night Megan stayed up, smiling to herself, reading and rereading Brett Hansen’s school profile.
    In the morning she told herself that when she got back to Dana Point, she’d go by the school theater first thing and talk to Brett. Really talk to him, looking him in the eye and everything.
    Megan checked her notebook again. Calling Rachel wasn’t what she’d forgotten.
    â€œI seriously have to write everything down,” Megan told herself. It felt like her zombitus brain fuzz was slowly getting worse. Then again, if she had to have symptoms, brain fog was better than peeling skin.
    The calendar said it was Tuesday. Megan reviewed her schedule.
    The day before, when Megan met Happy for