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heels for her, she lets him take her out. That way she gets to see all the new movies in town. For free.
    Trina is fairly morally bankrupt, but I can’t help liking her anyway. It bugs me, though, when she dumps Steve—which she does almost every time she gets a date with someone else—because I’m always the one he comes running to, wanting to know what he did to make her mad.
    I was happy to hear they were going to the spring formal—also known as the Spring Fling—together. It would mean a lot to Steve. And then Trina could tell me all about it. Since I’ll never find out on my own, no one having asked me and all.
     
    J E N N Y G: Lucky.

DRAMAQUEEN: Why don’t you find some guy to take you, and we can, you know, double?

J E N N Y G: Oh, okay. Let me just check-on, yeah, sorry, nobody’s in love with me this week.

DRAMAQUEEN: That’s because you’re too nice to everyone.

J E N N Y G: Yeah. Because most guys look for emotionally abusive girls to go out with.

DRAMAQUEEN: I mean it. You’re like nice to
everyone
You treat all guys the same. So how are they supposed to know if you think of them as just a friend or as a potential
armor
. That has to be why no one’s ever asked you out I mean, it’s not like you’re ugly.

J E N N Y G: Hey. Thanks. That means so much.
     
    Actually, I know I’m not ugly. I’m no Catrina Larssen, but I do have this wholesome girl-next-door thing going for me. You know the drill: brown hair, hazel eyes, freckles—the whole bit. It’s kind of sickening, actually. I've been trying to grow my bangs out, though, to make up for it.
     
    DRAMAQUEEN: I’m serious. I mean, you could have had Scott Bennett but you blew it.
     
    Trina has this weird idea that Scott Bennett is the perfect guy for me. That’s because when I got back from the
Register
retreat, I guess I sort of talked about him a lot. But just because we’d had so much fun. Like a lot of nights, he and I ended up sitting next to each other at the campfire, arguing about whether or not the film
Total Recall
did justice to the Philip K. Dick short story it was based on, or if H. G. Wells or Isaac Asimov was the true father of science fiction.
    And I might have mentioned to her how, on the way home from camp, the bus stopped for lunch at an Outback Steakhouse, Scott kept calling the waitress by her name. You know, the one printed on her name tag. Like he’d go, "What would you recommend, Rhonda?" and "We've decided on the onion blossom, Rhonda," and "Thanks for the refill, Rhonda." I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop laughing. At one point I laughed so hard I almost choked, and Kwang had to pound me on the back.
    But I guess what really made Trina think Scott was perfect for me was when I told her about the log. The one between the two trees that we all had to get across, before the wall of peanut butter killed us. Not the part about Scott’s joke—"It’s nutty, actually"—but the part about how Scott and I were the last two people on the one side of the log, and how he’d picked me up so that I could grab it—the log, I mean—and swing over the top.
    I must have mentioned to Trina how effortlessly Scott had seemed to lift me—like I didn’t weigh a thing—and how I’d kind of noticed his arm muscles bulging under the sleeves of his T-shirt. And how he’d smelled sort of nice. And how his hands were . . . you know. Kind of big. And strong.
    Which was a mistake—to tell Trina, I mean—because then she kept thinking I liked Scott—you know,
that
way—and bugging me to ask him out. To the movies or something. She said it was obvious we were destined for each other and that if I didn’t ask him out we’d never get together, since he’d just go on thinking that I liked him as a friend, because that’s how I treat all boys, not being a flirt like her.
    Which is ridiculous—about Scott and I being destined for each other—because it’s totally obvious that Scott and Geri Lynn are perfect together I