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I do anyway because Brad doesn’t leave me stranded after he’s finished eating his hamburger and fries.
    â€œDo you know Halle Phillips?” I ask him.
    â€œYou bet,” he says. “Why? You like her?”
    I avoid his question. “She’s my tutor.”
    He picks up a chip and a line of cheese stretches down to the plate. “Lucky dude. How’d you manage that? She and her boyfriend broke up just before school started.”
    â€œMr. Shaw assigned her to me.”
    He laughs. “That almost makes it worth failing his class. She is kinda out there, though.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    He talks between mouthfuls. It’s a good thing they’re not skimpy on the chips or I’d starve today. “She’s gone green.”
    â€œGreen?”
    â€œShe’s all about global warming, recycling, saving the environment, that sort of stuff.”
    Maybe it’s because I’m from California, but that doesn’t sound too “out there.” It makes her seem even hotter.
    â€œLast year in junior high someone smashed open the pop machine and left a note that read, ‘Give us healthy drinks.’ They never caught anyone, but we all knew it was her.”
    He takes a long slurp of his milk. “But if you can get past all that, go for it. You should make good use of that private time with her. She won’t be on the open market for long.”
    Brad makes her sound like a piece of meat. But he’s right. What great luck for me that she just broke up with her boyfriend and that I have her to myself for half an hour every day.
    But is she out of my league? Am I the type of guy girls even think about? A girl who sits across from me in math wrote “possible prom date” with a question mark next to my name when she didn’t know I was looking. I could ask Brad’s opinion, but asking a guy I just met if he thinks I’m hot will probably get the crap beat out of me.
    Halle thinks I’m too dumb to pass Lit class. Does Halle go for dumb guys? What if she likes smart guys? Could I risk exposing my memory? It’s the third day of school and I’m already facing an inner struggle between wanting to impress Halle Phillips and keeping my memory secret.
    â€œSpeak of the devil.” Brad nods at a tall guy making his way across the lunchroom. The crowd parts like the Red Sea as he walks past, but he’s carrying a math book instead of a staff. He has that athlete physique: buff and muscular, tall with blond hair and a confident smile.
    â€œHunter Austin, future hockey pro.”
    â€œSo he’s Halle’s ex. And he’s smart?”
    â€œDon’t let the book fool you. It’s more prop than anything. Not that he has to be smart.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œHe’s a hockey god. Hockey reigns supreme up here,” Brad informs me. “We learn to skate before we walk.”
    â€œHe doesn’t seem like Halle’s type.”
    Brad smirks. “Yeah. Popular jock who’s already being recruited by the pros. He’s every girl’s type.”
    I make a small fist in a furtive attempt to check out my own pathetic biceps. Brad notices.
    â€œYou got the pretty boy thing going for you. Halle likes that. But if you want one of these,” he says, flexing a muscle the size of a fence post, “you come to my place.”
    I have to admit I’m impressed. “You have a weight room at your house?”
    â€œDon’t need one. You get this from lifting bales of hay. We could use another hand this fall, if you’re interested. Might give you an even playing field with Hunter.”
    â€œBut she broke up with him.”
    Brad laughs. “Rumor has it that it was the other way around. Hunter broke up with Halle to date Jenna White but now he’s having buyer’s remorse. Jenna’s a leech. She’s already picking out wedding music. I give it a month.”
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