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When he looks at me like that, I can’t even remember my name, much less what I’m wearing today. “I was?”

“And I remember the first time I did this,” he adds, and he leans in and kisses me.

Suddenly I hear a voice over my shoulder. “Um,” a boy says. “You guys are kind of draped across my locker?”

Oh God. I’ve become BrAngelo.

Immediately I shove Oliver away and tuck my hair behind my ears. “Sorry,” I mutter. “Won’t happen again.” I clear my throat. “I’m Delilah, by the way.”

The kid jerks the metal door open and looks at me. “Chris,” he says.

Oliver extends his hand. “I’m Oli—”

“Edgar,” I interrupt. “His name is Edgar.”

“Yes. Right,” Oliver says. “That is my name.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you before,” I say to Chris.

“I’m new. Just moved here from Detroit.”

“I just moved here too,” Oliver replies.

“Oh yeah? Where from?”

“The kingdom of—”

“Cape Cod,” I blurt out.

Chris snorts. “She doesn’t let you talk much, man. Where are you guys headed?”

“Edgar’s got chemistry with Mr. Zhang,” I say.

“Cool, me too. I’ll see you there?” Chris shuts his locker and, with a wave, walks down the hall.

Oliver watches him. “How comehe’sallowed to wave?”

I roll my eyes. It’s 8:15 a.m. and I’m already exhausted. “I’ll explain later,” I say.

I have enough time to drop Oliver off at his chemistry classroom before I have to head to French. As we turn the corner, Jules slips up behind us and links her arm through mine. “Guess who broke up,” she says.

Oliver smiles. “This must be the famous Jules.”

“Reports of my awesomeness are usually underrated,” Jules answers. She gives Oliver a once-over and then nods and turns to me. “Well done.”

“I’m kind of in a rush—I’m trying to get him to Zhang’s room before the bell rings,” I explain.

“Trust me, you want to hear this. . . . Allie McAndrews and Ryan Douglas?”

Oliver looks at me, questioning.

“Prom queen and king,” I explain quickly.

He looks impressed. “Royalty.”

“Theythinkthey are,” Jules agrees. “Anyway, they broke up. Apparently being faithful comes as easily to Ryan as Shakespeare.”

Having been in Ryan’s English class last year, I know that’s saying a lot.