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know I can’t look. You also know you’d die if any of those football guys noticed you.”
    “Die happy.”
    Vere felt her own cheeks flush.
    Jenna’s expression turned goofy. “Do you think we’ll be asked to prom this year? I mean senior prom ?”
    “Can you even imagine?” Vere smothered another giggle.
    “If so...I’m having a prom party. Inviting the whole football team, and serving only chips. Corn, potato—heck—even pretzels! Football guys eating all kinds of chips, in tuxedos, at a party. It’s my new fantasy. This is so perfect. Vere, it’s totally worth it. Turn. LOOK!”
    Vere turned, locating Curtis immediately in the middle of the laughing, relaxed group of guys draped in the school’s colors: orange and black.
    Yep. Perfect. Number seven...and...sigh.
    “Someone should give them all an A+ for chewing,” Vere whispered.
    Everything flipped to one of Vere’s slow motion, imaginary moments.
    How could it not?
    With his sun-blond, curly hair, his angled cheekbones. God...and his square shoulders, square chin, square forehead. Ahh-boy-beauty.
    And Jenna was right about the new jerseys. So cute.
    So handsome. Again. Still. Always.
    The guy was perfect.
    Perfect torture. UGH.
    And yep, insert cheeks of flame because I can’t erase the image of me twirling around and around in Curtis’s arms as his future prom date.
    “ Wow, ” Vere whispered again when the butterflies surging in her throat allowed more words to escape. “Love it when he doesn’t shave. He’s got that manly, sandpaper hotness all over his chin today. He looks kind of like a biker dude and a jock combined. You know? All good-boy-bad-boy...and...”
    And Curtis is a perfect dancer. No grinding. He’s pulled me close. Face-to-face. So he can run his cheek against my ear. He whispers how much he loves my dress. And me...
    Then, he brushes a soft kiss on my lips.
    I rest my head against his wide, warm shoulder. His arms wrap me tighter, and I feel safe...so happy. We dance and dance under the low lights until...
    Jenna shoved her face into Vere’s line of vision.
    “Intervention starts now. Don’t go closer to the light, little moth. You’ll get burned. I shouldn’t have told you to look. I’m the worst friend. I suck. HE SUCKS. Look at me , Vere, not at him. Okay? Come on. Train those big, brown peepers over here. On me. Right here.” She snapped her fingers and waved her hands in front of Vere’s face.
    “No. He and I could still happen. Maybe,” Vere muttered, tearing her gaze away from Curtis. But she couldn’t stop imagining how it might feel to have his arms around her.
    “Did I mention that I suck as a friend yet? I’m so sorry. We need to find another boy for you to have a crush on this year. We will.”
    As the butterflies and dreams floated away, Vere’s heart felt as though it were made of wet clay. “I don’t want another crush. This one has almost killed me.” Fully dejected now, Vere met Jenna’s gaze. “Can you imagine, going to Senior Prom with him? It would be so awesome. If only I could.”
    “No. It’s impossible dreaming. Reality check: School dances are not for us. Especially prom. Not unless we both win one of those makeover contests where we become suddenly fabulous. Or, unless your brother ticks-off your mom to the point where he’s forced to take us as his dates, that is.” Jenna scrunched her forehead thoughtfully. “Which might not be such a bad idea...Charlie could use some chaperones, don’t you think?”
    “What? Jenna. UGH.” Vere glared into her friend’s bright, green eyes. “Do you want me to punch you?”
    Jenna smiled, letting out a breath that sounded relieved. “That’s the girl I know. I knew that idea would have you snapping out of things. Almost lost you there.”
    Vere rubbed her eyes with both hands. “Too late. I don’t feel so good. I told you talking about Charlie makes me sick.”
    “Sick from Curtis . You know it’s that. Forgive me for bringing him