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Sometimes it’s refreshing to just act like a kid.
    She ends the chat as the bell rings. Walsh calls out, “Remember everyone, the competition is on Saturday at nine o’clock. Come support your school, even if you’re not participating.”
    Tyson is the first to his feet as he faces the new girl. “You did good, Brainy,” he says, reaching out to rub her shoulders. Of course he’ll hit on her. Dumbass Tyson hits on anything that moves. I can’t hear her response but notice that she ducks away from him to follow Sam out the door. I grab my backpack and follow, close enough to hear their conversation but not join them.
    “So where are you headed?” Sam asks.
    “English Lit,” the girl responds.
    “Ah, well, History for me. Let me see.” Sam grabs a piece of paper from her and peruses it. “Cool, we have the same lunch period. Do you bring from home or do your parents give you cash?”
    She hesitates, then says, “Well, um, Derrick gave me money.”
    Sam glances over her shoulder at me for just a second, and in her eyes I can almost see the wheels turning. Is she kidding? I scowl but she’s already turned back to the girl, saying, “Great! I have to go through the line, too. How about joining me so you don’t get stuck with someone like Tyson? Although, thank God, he’s not in our lunch period. So what do you say?”
    I move past them, not waiting to hear the girl’s response. I don’t need to. It’s her first day, she has no friends—of course she’ll want to eat with Sam. And Sam will try to dredge up information on her, coming back with nothing. Same old, same old. Overeager Sam has failed to find anyone that actually fits the criteria, but it doesn’t stop her. Even though we’re partners and supposed to be looking out for each other, trying to tell her what to do doesn’t work, so sometimes I have no choice but to sit back and watch her fail.
    Sam catches up to me at my locker, now alone. “Hey, what do you think? About Olivia,” she says.
    I grab my English Lit folder, feigning interest in the pages inside. “Who?”
    She slides between my locker and me so I’m forced to face her. “The new girl. You know.”
    “Not impressed.”
    “What do you mean? She’s obviously good. If she hadn’t stopped typing for a second, she would’ve kicked your ass.” Sam smirks. “She’s probably even better than you.”
    “I seriously doubt that.”
    “You just need to get over your ego, that’s all.”
    I wrap my arm around her waist, enjoying the wide-eyed shock in her eyes, and flip her around so she’s out of my way. Then I turn back to the locker.
    Sam leans against the open metal door. “Come on. She obviously doesn’t play by the rules. Did you see her hack into the admin site?”
    That sparks my interest. “Why’d she do that?”
    Sam shrugs. “I don’t know. She wasn’t in long, and I didn’t get a good look. I didn’t see how she got in, either.” Her expression turns thoughtful. “You know, I think she’s got some weird family situation going on. Maybe I can peek into that locket of hers to see who she’s hiding.”
    “What gives you that idea?” Although I should know—Sam is nosy as hell.
    “She called the person she lives with by his first name. It’s a long shot, I know, but I’m going to do some research next period. Want to come?”
    “No, you can handle it.” Sam’s fourth period is Student Assistant, which she loves because she can get information not accessible by kids. Not usually accessible by student assistants, either, but then no one has to know that Sam has an A-plus in snooping.
    “You never want to have any fun,” she says, pouting. I ignore her. Sam likes playing the drama queen just to get under my skin. I wouldn’t tell her, but now I’m curious. If this chick is playing around in the school’s admin site, there might be more to her than the sweet, shy, boring girl she appears.
    Bill’s words haunt me. The next one better shine.
    We’ll