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from afar, like a painting or an actor on TV.
    After Cooper played a round of paintball, he came back into the shop and spent the day with me, talking and laughing and getting me sodas from the snack bar. And when he asked me what time I got off work and if I wanted to hang out, I said yes. So he took me out to dinner and even walked me to my door when he dropped me off. The next morning at school, he was waiting for me at my locker.
    It was only six weeks later, when I started getting in my head a little bit, that I decided to go through his stuff one day when we were at his house, studying. It wasn’t my fault that I was going crazy. It was everyone else’s. I could tell people at school couldn’t figure out how someone like me ended up with Cooper Marriatti. And it made me all paranoid.
    So Cooper was downstairs getting a drink of water or something, and I was supposed to be working on my history homework, but instead I decided to try and break into his email, and when I couldn’t figure that out, I went the old-fashioned way and just started going through his drawers.And that’s when I found it. The 318s’ initiation sheet outlining how Cooper was dating me as his initiation task. He was getting all these points for doing certain things with me, like kissing me was five points, etc. And when he got to a certain number of points, he was in.
    I freaked and yelled and screamed and Cooper tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t listen. I stormed out of his house, telling myself I would never talk to him again, but hoping he would at least try to call me. He didn’t. That was three and a half weeks ago, and until tonight, we haven’t talked.
    “I am so stupid,” I moan to Clarice and Marissa now. I mean, really. I’m in the National Honor Society for God’s sake; how could this happen to me? Not to mention that I totally should have learned my lesson about losing things. Although. Now that I think about it. I think my purple notebook was in my locker. They probably broke into my locker and TOOK IT.
    “No, you’re not,” Marissa says. “You were just a victim of the blatant misogynistic and ridiculous hierarchy that is high school in contemporary society. You have to take the power back.”
    “Okay, I’m not really sure what that means,” Clarice says. She frowns and looks at Marissa. “Can you just say it in English please? Because honestly, it’s not—”
    Suddenly, Marissa cuts her off. “Ohmigod,” she says, grabbing my arm. “OH. MY. GOD.”
    “What?” I say. “Ow, you’re hurting my arm.” I wipe the tearsoff my face with the back of my hand and straighten up, trying to pry her fingers off of me.
    “It’s Jeremiah,” she says. “JEREMIAH IS AT THIS CLUB.”
    “Okay,” I say. Ow, ow, ow. Her fingers are digging into my arm and, hello, it hurts.
    “He is over there with Julia Concord, what is he
doing
with Julia Concord?”
    “I think y’all probably know the answer to that,” Clarice says, because, you know, Julia Concord is kind of … well, let’s just say she doesn’t discriminate when it comes to hooking up. One time last year they found her giving some guy a blow job during a pep rally. They weren’t even trying to be that discreet about it either. They were totally just under the bleachers, going at it.
    “That jerk!” Marissa yells, slamming her fist on the table.
    “Talk about a misogynistic hierarchy,” Clarice says. She’s texting on her phone, her fingers flying over the keyboard. “It’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you. Guys will do anything they can to make you think they’re with you, and then they will run off and hook up with whoever and whatever they can get their hands on. That’s why it’s so important not to give it up.” She smiles, proud of herself.
    Okay, we are really starting to get offtrack. The issue of the night is me, my notebook, and Cooper. Not Marissa and Jeremiah. Or Clarice and her views on teasing guys in an effort to make