because at least that way he’d have something to do, but my mom positively smoked him with her eyes and he dropped it.
So. They were coming. And it made seeing Juli at school even more uncomfortable than usual.
Not because she gushed about it or even waved and winked or something. No, she was back to avoiding me.
She’d say hi if we happened to run into each other, but instead of being, like, right over my shoulder anytime I looked, she was nowhere.
She must have ducked out back doors and taken roundabout ways through campus. She was, I don’t know, scarce.
I found myself looking at her in class. The teacher’d be talking and all eyes would be up front… except mine.
They kept wandering over to Juli. It was weird. One minute I’d be listening to the teacher, and the next I’d be completely tuned out, looking at Juli.
It wasn’t until Wednesday in math that I figured it out.
With the way her hair fell back over her shoulders and her head was tilted, she looked like the picture in the paper.
Not just like it – the angle was different, and the wind wasn’t blowing through her hair – but she did look like the picture.
A lot like the picture. Making that connection sent a chill down my spine.
And I wondered – what was she thinking? Could she really be that interested in root derivations?
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