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don’t know how to act.”
    The thing about Tobey is he has these amazing blue eyes. You could stare at his eyes for days and still want more. I used to talk to him in art last year. It was the only class I’ve ever had with him since junior high. I kind of got the feeling he liked me, but he never did anything about it so I wasn’t sure. It was probably just those eyes that got in the way of my typical logical thinking patterns. Anyway, slacker rock-star wannabes aren’t my type.
    I pay for my juice and get ready to go back to my possible future boyfriend. I’m so nervous that my heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest and run down the street the second I see Dave. Obviously, my path to inner peace is a long, complicated one.
    I creep back to the table and sit down. Maggie is laughing at something Dave just said.
    He turns to me. “Did you hear the one about the three guys driving through the desert?”
    “No, I missed that one.” I glance at Laila for signs of what Dave said while I was gone. But she just smiles at me. She’s obviously loving every minute of this.
    Dave goes, “These three guys are driving through the desert, and their car breaks down. So they decide to get out and walk. The first guy says, ‘I’m taking these Doritos in case we get hungry.’ And the second guy says, ‘I’ll carry our water bottles.’ But the third guy starts taking off one of the car doors. So the first guy goes, ‘What are you doing?’ And the third guy says, ‘I’m taking the door with us.’ The second guy’s like, ‘Why?’ And the third guy says, ‘In case it gets really hot. So I can roll down the window.’ ”
    The joke is so corny that it’s hilarious. I laugh until my face hurts.
    Suddenly Maggie’s like, “I have to go to the bathroom, ” and she gets up. “And so do you.” She grabs Laila’s arm and pulls her away. I know that Laila just went before lunch.
    “So, what do you like to do on weekends?” Dave says.
    “Um . . . I like to read,” I tell him.
    “Really?” he says like it’s the most interesting thing he’s heard in his life. “Me, too! What are you reading right now?”
    “Besides the five books for AP that are due tomorrow? ” I say. “I’m reading It .”
    “What?”
    “It.”
    “What?”
    “Oh, no, that’s the name of the book. It . By Stephen King.”
    “He rules. Did you read The Shining ?”
    “Oh my god! I love that book. I’ve read it a million times.”
    “Really?” Dave smiles at me.
    “No. Just three. And the movie rocked.”
    “Yeah, it was cool. So, you like movies?”
    Who doesn’t like movies? “Of course.”
    “Do you want to see one this weekend?” Dave asks.
    He did it.
    He actually asked me out.
    I start to turn red.
    I tell myself: Do not turn red! Stop it!
    But it’s too late.
    Dave notices. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . ”
    “No, it’s okay.” I try to hide my face behind my juice bottle. “It’s just really hot in here.” It’s just really hot in here? Please tell me I didn’t just say that.
    “So,” he says. “What do you think?”
    He can’t possibly still want to go out with me. “About what?”
    “About going out with me Saturday.”
    It takes every bit of my willpower to remain sitting on the bench instead of jumping up and dancing on the table. This unbelievably gorgeous guy likes me! Apparently, spending the summer visualizing that a Greek god is into you really does work.
    “Sure,” I say.
    “That sounds convincing!” Dave says. But I can tell he’s teasing me.
    “No! I really want to.”
    This makes him smile. “So do I.” He’s looking at me again with that look.
    It is at this precise moment that Laila arrives back at the table.
    “Hellooo!” she trumpets. “Lunch is over. That’s why everyone’s leaving, in case you haven’t noticed.”

CHAPTER 6
    looking at juice
    september 2, 12:50 p.m.
    “You should go,” Mike tells me.
    “Where?”
    “What do you mean