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not a good enemy to have—that’s for sure—but back then, when she said that crazy stuff about Lana, it was because I broke up with her. I wasn’t interested in playing the popularity game, and that’s what she is all about. I think she’s changed, though. I don’t like what she did, but we all have our issues.”
    “The social classes.” I shake my head. I don’t like them. Too exclusive, too judgmental.
    He looks over and gives me a smile that puts me at ease. “Jocks, preps, nerds—which one are you, Hadley? Better question, who do you want to be?”
    “Am I supposed to know that at fifteen?” I ask quietly. I am not a dreamer in the typical sense. I am not even sure what I want, but I will someday.
    “No. Absolutely not, because putting yourself in a class is so constraining,” he says in mock exaggeration. “Wars are started over differences.”
    “Where do you consider yourself?”
    “Well, right now, I hope I’m being a friend to a kid—” I inwardly cringe at the word ‘kid,’ and he stops talking. Apparently, it wasn’t just inward. “To the new girl,” he corrects himself, “who seems to be in a situation I understand. I just wanted to offer some advice.”
    “You could have texted me.”
    “I wasn’t sure I had the right number. You never replied to the ones I sent.”
    “I was upset that night. I wasn’t trying to be rude.”
    “I get that, but how about the ones I have sent all week?” he asks, as he bends down and grabs a few pieces of shale.
    “You haven’t sent any others,” I say in confusion, as I pull my phone from my pocket.
    He looks over at my phone and laughs. “Airplane mode.”
    “What?”
    He takes my phone as he chuckles, thumbing through it and hitting a few buttons.
    My phone goes crazy with messages and alerts, and I can’t help laughing at my forgetfulness.
    “I bet you thought no one cared. Not true, new girl. Damn, your Insta is off the hook.” He keeps looking through my phone, and for some reason, I let him. “Oh, wow, you do that role play thing, too? What is with you girls?”
    I shake my head. “Fangirls. Books.”
    “Ah, yes, of course.” He hands me my phone then proceeds to skip rocks. “Looks like you were missed while off the grid.”
    After he is done skipping stones, he watches me as I read through the messages. Twenty-two missed messages from Skylar, Bee, Claire, Lana, and the ones from him. When I look up, I can’t help smiling.
    “It seems so.”
    “So, new girl, where do you see yourself?”
    “District 11, faction-less daughter of Nike, caste five, and—”
    “Fangirl references.” He nods. “See? You and Lana are one in the same.”
    “Where do you see yourself?”
    He looks at his watch. “I see myself missing first period, and I’m all right with that.”
    “Oh, wow. Oh—”
    “You gonna be in trouble?” he asks, as we walk toward his car.
    “Are you?”
    “No. They don’t call home until after second period class, and I’ll be there by then.”
    “I think I would really like to just go home.” My parents will be fine with it. Mom’s at work and Dad will never know I even left.
    “Really? Now, why would you do that and miss out on a perfectly good day at school?” He smirks and points to my phone. “You have some reading to catch up on?”
    “Maybe.” I try to hold back a smirk … and fail.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    chapter three
    Prom
     
    After catching up on my messages and Instagram responsibilities, I feel better. Claire is still acting the same, and Lana and I mended fences.
    I see Lana running down the hall, smiling from ear to ear. Then she slides past me as she tries to slow down, and I laugh.
    “Joey asked me to freaking prom. Joey freaking White asked me to freaking prom!” She grabs both my hands and jumps up and down, and being a good friend, I jump with her. “Joey Freaking White, Hadley! Joey Freaking—”
    “Is that his middle name?” I laugh.
    “My mom’s gonna flip. I mean,