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better. Marginally. This past week has been a nightmare. I’ve tried to stay under the radar but it’s meant pretending I don’t see Jeremy in all of our classes together in case I do something stupid in a moment of weakness—like beg him to take me back.
    Combine that with racing home after school so I don’t have to deal with Sam and how humiliated I feel about him turning me down. He goes on about wanting females to be like what I was proposing but when it was me, no thanks. Too impossible a task.
    Maybe he’s right.
    In any case, I don’t think I can keep this up for the eight months left in the school year. I just want out.
    Speak of the devil. Sam is jogging toward me on the trail I introduced him to (so I totally should have custody of it) and we’re going to get stuck trying to pass each other on the narrow stone bridge.
    Figures. I try to go around him in cold silence but he plants himself in front of me.
    “Take it back,” Sam demands.
    I scramble to figure out what he’s talking about until I remember that I made a crack about his best friendness and he’s super touchy about that. Sam may love abandonment, but only when he’s the one doing it.
    And I know that once again, this is all caught up in his issues with his mom dying on him when he was little. But I’m still too mad at him so all I can say is “You.”
    Sam studies me. “Count of three.”
    I give a grudging nod.
    He counts. “One, two, three. I’m sorry I said ‘I told you so.’”
    He glowers at my silence.
    I cross my arms. “Fine. I’m sorry. But you were meaner to me than I was to you so you had to go first.”
    I hesitate, not sure if I should tell him what I’m thinking because he’ll freak but he’ll find out sooner or later anyway so I do.
    “I’m leaving.”
    “What?! Where?”
    I amend my statement. “If I can. For next semester. There’s this awesome study program at a high school in Ecuador and I could go to the Galapagos and improve my Spanish, which I’ll need for the places I want to eventually work in.”
    He doesn’t say anything so I keep going.
    “I never went before because of Jeremy but now that I’ve got no attachments—”
    “Thanks.”
    “You know what I mean. It’s only a few months. There’s email. Mom and Dad think it’s a great idea. Expanding my horizons and all that.”
    That’s a lie. They only said we could discuss the possibility, but I figure another month of moping and even Mom will be sick of me enough to ship me off.
    “What happens when you’re sad and drunk at 3am?”
    “Excuse me?” What is he going on about?
    “Because you’re so running away, which is cool. I applaud your instinct to put as much space between you and that tool as possible, but you’re going to be sad and drunk at 3am at some point, so what happens then?” Sam arches an eyebrow as if he’s waiting for a serious response from me.
    What a weirdo. “I get sick and fall asleep?”
    “Or you could end up in a black market bust buying a rare species of scorpion to send to Jer. Then I’d have to break you out of a foreign prison, maybe get to meet a hot human rights lawyer but this is about you not me, and in the meantime, you’d be in a third-rate jail being someone’s bitch.”
    I can’t help but laugh.
    “See. Running away isn’t going to help you feel better.”
    He’s right, but on the other hand, “Staying here isn’t either.”
    Awkward silence. Sam gives me a tight nod and jogs off.
    I pull out my cell phone and bring up the text I have not yet sent Jeremy but which I have not yet deleted, either.
    “Hey, Al…” Sam has returned.
    I look up guiltily, which is stupid because now Sam is suspicious. He moves toward me slowly, motioning for me to hand over the phone. He might pounce at any second, so I try to quickly stuff the phone back into my pocket.
    But Sam has no boundaries where I’m concerned—it probably comes from the peeing contests we used to have as toddlers—and he