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Full-frontal grinding.
    As soon as the bell rang, I handed in my test and bolted out of the classroom, hoping Travis wouldn’t follow me. Ever since ninth grade, we’ve been comparing notes after anything from a pop quiz to a final exam. I know exactly what he got on the SATs. He knows that on the English Regents, I made the mistake of spelling
fervor
with a
u
instead of an
e
but compensated by kicking butt on the essay questions. It’s sort of unhealthy the way we’ve played into each other’s grade obsession, but it’s gotten us into Princeton and Yale, so I guess I’m not complaining.
    Travis grinned as he caught up with me. “I was stumped by the second question, but then it hit me.
Brown versus Board of Education.
From there, I cruised through. What about you?”
    I shook my head. I was barely even thinking about the fact that—damn it!—I mistakenly wrote
Wade v. Board of Education.
I was more wondering if Travis is a clueless idiot. Does he think I don’t know? And let’s say I
didn’t
know, how could he full-frontal grind with V one day and act totally normal with me the next?
    “Are you okay, Valentine?” Travis asked. “Did you screw it up or something?”
    I started walking faster.
    “You
did
screw it up!” Travis said, keeping up with me. “So sweet! My GPA just left yours in the dust, didn’t it? I can
taste
my valedictory speech.
Mmmm, mmmmm —
”
    I whipped my face toward Travis. “Will you shut up already?”
    “I’m just kidding. You know how we always—”
    “Didn’t you hear me? I don’t want to talk right now.”
    “What’s your deal? Are you PMS-ing?”
    I clenched my fists. “You don’t
know
what my deal is?”
    Travis shook his head.
    “Get a freaking conscience,” I snapped.
    And then I took off in the other direction, down a stairwell, and through the English hallway. I didn’t stop until I was certain I’d left Travis far behind.
    I was still fuming after fourth period. I headed home, ate a peanut butter sandwich without even tasting it, and went into my room to check my e-mail.
    Ash had sent me a text message from her cell phone saying to call or e-mail if I wanted to talk.
As if,
I thought, deleting it. I deleted about fourteen thousand e-mails enticing me to buy mass quantities of Viagra and refinance my home. Then I saw an e-mail from Bethany Madison. It looked like she’d sent it about fifteen minutes ago.
    Mara—
    Hey there. It’s been awhile … Hope your address is still the same. Ash said you were upset this morning. Leave it to Ash to spill the beans, right? Lindsey was in that gym class, so she confirmed those beans, in case you were wondering. Travis sucks, and you can tell him I said that! You can always call me if you want to talk. It’s been so long. Almost feels like you’ve already left for Yale.
    Bethany
    I was about to reply to Bethany when an IM from TravisRox188 popped up on my screen.
    Yo, Valentine. R u there?
    What do u want?
I pounded on the keys as I typed.
    Over at the college. About to go to class. Still searching for my freaking conscience…
    U really don’t know?
    If I did, would I ask u? ;)
    I forgot how Travis always did those annoying winky emoticons. I felt pissed off just looking at it.
    Does the 22nd letter of the alphabet mean anything to u?
I wrote.
    He didn’t respond for a second. I pictured him sitting there, counting on his fingers, so I quickly wrote,
V, u remedial idiot.
    U mean your… What is she again?
    Not about to give u my family tree, but u totally should have stayed away.
    What can I say?
Travis wrote back.
I like tall girls whose last name is Valentine. ;) ;) ;)
    That’s SICK and INCESTUOUS!!!
I typed.
    For your info, what … or who … I do is NOT your business. We broke up almost a year ago, in case u forgot.
    Ouch. I bit down on my tongue and wrote,
U can do whatever the hell u want, but there r some boundaries, u know? Things u shouldn’t do EVER.
    Travis didn’t respond for a moment. I was about