mom, either!â Haileyâs eyes flashed.
âWell, does he have any idea how much you like him?â I asked. Based on my own not-extensive experience, I know you can sometimes think someone knows you like them, but it turns out they donât know at all.
Hailey shook her head. âNo.â
âAre you sure?â I asked.
She shook her head harder. âIâm positive.â
âWait, when you talk to him, do you flirt or what?â I asked.
Hailey looked away. âIâve never talked to him. I donât even know if he knows my name!â
âWhaaaat?! Hails, how do you even know if you like him, then?â
She met my eyes. âHeâs really cute and heâs really good at soccer. He seems nice.â She shrugged.
âAnd thatâs all it takes?â I asked.
She shrugged again. âI donât know. I guess. Iâve never really had a crush before, except kind of on Michael. And you picked him.â
I took a deep breath to keep from strangling her. Then I tried hard to remember my momâs advice about giving advice. Let people work through their own process. But donât give advice that you wouldnât take yourself. I started slowly, not wanting to blurt out anything I couldnât take back. âOkay, first of all, you need to find out if Amanda Huxtable is really his girlfriend. Then, if not, and he is unattached, then . . . you need to actually speak with him beforethis goes any further. He might be a total nerd!â
âHow am I supposed to speak with him?â she wailed.
I pressed my lips together, and thought hard. After a few seconds I had an aha moment! âCan you ask your coach to do a boysâ and girlsâ varsity soccer practice together?â
Hailey looked at me in shock and then her whole face lit up. âYouâre a genius! I love you! You always give the best advice! Iâm telling you, next year, theyâd better make you Dear Know-It-All or else theyâre going to hear from me!â She gave me a huge hug and then trotted off happily.
Well, maybe Iâm not totally terrible at this advice stuff!
I gathered my books and then headed off to class. As I passed the Cherry Valley Voice office, I happily poked in my head, feeling confident about helping Hailey and armed with my momâs new advice. There wasnât anyone in there, so I hopped onto the computer farthest from the door and went onto the server to see what had come in for Dear Know-It-All. Unfortunately, there was only onee-mail, and it was about school lunch and âWhy canât they make it better?â Well, at least I was on the right track with that!
I logged out and quickly crossed the room, locking the office door so no one could go in. I whipped out Triggerâs taxi keychain and hastily opened the Dear Know-It-All mailbox, grabbed a letter from inside, and slammed it shut, relocking it. Then I darted out into the hall, wedging the letter down into my messenger bag. My heart was pumping hard. I guess now I could see why Trigger thought of all this as spyish. I felt like James Bond completing a mission. I couldnât imagine not getting caught, especially getting the letters out of the mailbox, so it felt like a major victory. Phew. Journalist Success at Top-Secret Assignment!
The only bummer was, after all that, I wouldnât be able to mention the lunch letter to Michael at our lunch about lunch! Ugh!
âOkay, what do we know?â
Michael looked distractingly adorable in hislong-sleeved turquoise T-shirt. His eyes reflected the shirtâs color, and his dark skin and hair looked amazing against the brightness of his shirt.
âHmm?â I asked, caught daydreaming about going on a date with him to the movies and holding hands.
Michael snapped his fingers. âHello? Earth to Pasty! Letâs hear back that list of what we know about school lunch.â
âRight.â The word