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    She rounded a tree. Her brother’s grave was ahead—and a new Dragon Ball Z figurine rested atop his headstone. Caitlin stopped, confused. She was the only person who placed new action figures on his grave. Well, she and . . .
    Her thoughts halted as a figure appeared from behind another tree. It was Jeremy Friday. The only other person who cared enough to leave Taylor little tokens.
    Jeremy turned and saw Caitlin at the same time. His eyebrows shot up, and his eyes softened. His expression looked hopeful, which filled Caitlin with all kinds of emotions—love, relief, excitement, and anxiety, too. Shetook in his lanky frame, holey Star Wars T-shirt, and dark jeans. If you’d asked her even a few weeks ago if she’d go for someone like Jeremy, Caitlin would’ve laughed. But he was perfect. A diamond in the rough. He’d been under her nose this whole time, and she hadn’t seen how special he was.
    And what was even more perfect? That Jeremy was smiling at her instead of scowling. The last time she’d seen him was two nights ago in the Fridays’ basement, when all the Granger stuff had gone down. Josh, her ex-boyfriend and Jeremy’s brother, had caught them together, and instead of standing up for their new relationship, Caitlin had just kind of . . . bolted. She’d assumed Jeremy hated her for that.
    But when she stepped toward him, he pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry,” Caitlin blurted, overwhelmed. “About everything . I’m sorry I just ran like that. I just . . . I don’t know.”
    â€œIt’s okay.” Jeremy kissed the top of her head. “You were caught off guard.”
    â€œThat’s an understatement,” Caitlin said emphatically.
    â€œBut, well,” Jeremy faltered, playing with her hair. “ Do you still want to be with me? I mean—I understand that it’s really complicated, so . . .”
    In reply, Caitlin stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him, cutting him off. “Does that answer your question?” she breathed, when they broke apart.
    He rested his forehead against hers. “That pretty much tells me everything I need to know.”
    They looked down at Taylor’s grave. Caitlin wondered what Taylor would think about this turn of events—her now being with quirky, kinda-geeky Jeremy, her younger brother’s best friend, instead of popular ultrajock Josh. It had happened unexpectedly: Caitlin had run into Jeremy at Taylor’s grave a few weeks ago, when she was going through a particularly tempestuous time—she wasn’t sure if she wanted to continue playing soccer, she didn’t know if she was with the right guy, she was still so mixed up and angry about Taylor, and she and the others had just pulled that prank on Nolan. They’d got to talking, and Caitlin had realized how easily she connected with Jeremy. And how much he understood what she was going through. Josh never even asked about Taylor. He seemed to think that avoiding uncomfortable issues was the answer.
    Jeremy shifted his weight. “So have you talked to Josh at all?” he asked, as if there was a big sign over Caitlin’s head broadcasting what she was thinking.
    Caitlin stiffened. “Yeah,” she said vaguely, making a face.
    â€œThat good of an experience, huh?”
    She kicked up a divot of grass. She’d run into Josh that morning at school—which had been weird enough because of the whole Granger thing. Girls were literally sobbing because Granger was gone, placing bouquets of flowers in his doorway and meeting during lunch to pray about him around the flagpole. Caitlin had been amazed that even the girls who’d turned up on Granger’s phone—like Jenny Thiel—had been in the tight knots of sobbing kids or had been one of the distraught teens slipping into the guidance counselors’ offices during class. It was like they had blinders on regarding what a