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would be,” I say. “Like, is it one that eats my flesh? Or just your normal, run-of-the-mill rash?”
    “I think we should just take you home,” Noah says, jumping off the counter. “Come on, Hannah, you don’t want to make out with Jonah Moncuso, do you?”
    “Not really,” I say morosely.
    “Then let’s go,” he says, “We can stop at McDonald’s or something on the way and then I’ll drop you both off at Ava’s. You guys can watch chick flicks and listen to angry girl rock or whatever it is girls do when they decide they hate guys.”
    “That sounds good,” I say gratefully.
    “No way,” Ava says. “You’re going out there, and you’re making out with Jonah Moncuso!” She waves her cell in my face. “See? Here’s the text where he says you’re hot.”
    “Ava—” I start. But before I can finish, my own cellstarts to vibrate in my purse. I pull it out. A text from Paige Brokaw, this girl who I’m kind of friendly with, but not really. It says, “S is in pool making out w/ some freshman!!! OMG, WHAT WILL U DO? DID U GO HOME??? CALL ME!”
    Well. I guess that makes the decision a lot easier. I can’t let the whole school witness my public humiliation. If I leave now, everyone will know why. So even though it’s completely and totally against my better judgment, I let Ava make me up with Jenna’s makeup. And then I follow her back out into the party, Noah walking reluctantly behind us.

The First Day of Senior Year
     
    “Hannah!” Ava’s almost screaming now, and waving her hand around like a crazy person. Which actually kind of makes sense. I did stop after taking two steps into the room and now I’m not moving at all, even though she first called my name, like, ten seconds ago. “Are you coming over here or what?”
    “Yes, I’m coming,” I say, and shuffle into the room. Okay , I tell myself, new plan . Just pretend that everything’s normal! Which it is, pretty much. If Ava had come home twenty-four, or even, say, twenty hours earlier, what happened last night wouldn’t have happened. And she totally could have, too. Come home early, I mean. In fact, she was supposed to, but she decided to stay in Maine a little longer with her camp friends.
    Ava leaps out of her seat and throws her arms around me. “Ohmigod, I missed you so much!” She pulls away and grins.
    “You just saw me two weeks ago,” I say, sliding into the seat next to her. I reach into my bag and get really busypulling out a notebook and a pen. I wish it wasn’t the first day of school, so I’d have books or homework or something to keep me busy. Of course, I wouldn’t have homework for homeroom, but I’d have at least something I could pretend I was finishing up.
    “Yeah, but that was different. Did you get my text last night? I wanted to see if you wanted to meet up before school.”
    “Yeah, I was . . . I was already sleeping.”
    Her eyes narrow in concentration as she studies me. “Did you . . . you didn’t cut your hair, did you?”
    “No,” I say, reaching up and fingering my hair. “I mean, kind of . . . I just . . . I got a few layers.” I went with Lacey a couple of days ago to Bellaria, this super swanky salon in Boston. She got her long red curls straightened, and I got a trim and some layers, and then we went shopping for school clothes. It was really fun, although Lacey kept having to stop and fish around in her bag for her hand sanitizer. She doesn’t do well with taking public transportation or touching things that a lot of other people have been touching, like doorknobs, clothes racks—you know, pretty much anything.
    “You should totally get extensions,” Ava says. She tosses her newly long hair over her shoulder. “Don’t you think they look totally natural? Long hair is really in right now.”
    “Totally natural,” I agree.
    “Maybe after school we can go and get you some clip-ins,” she says. “You know, so you can try them out. They’re not that expensive, but you