“No one could have played under those circumstances!” She snorted. “Her mother and your dad sitting together at games? Please.”
I looked down. Adrienne has an uncanny way of putting her finger on the heart of the hurt. The warning bell clanged.
“The point is,” I said firmly, “I’m through letting it ruin my life. I need to have some fun. I need to shift paradigms.” “You need to what?”
I laughed, then spread out my arms and looked down at my baggy John Lennon “Imagine” T-shirt and frayed jeans. “I need a makeover!”
I caught her eye. “And I need you to help me.” She collected her things.
“Anything,” she said. “You know that. Anything.” Then she gave me a tight hug, and we hurried off to our first-period classes.
4 Robbie Marshall
For the past couple of years I’ve made a habit of ignoring Robbie Marshall. He’s gorgeous, but that’s exactly why I ignore him.
Like he needs one more girl fawning over him? We used to be friendly but that was back in middle school.
Back when he wasn’t afraid to be smart. Back before he grew into Robbie Marshall, gorgeous jock.
So in first period all the other girls in class paid attention to Robbie Marshall’s biceps, and I paid attention to Mrs. Fieldman’s math lesson.
Mrs. Fieldman is a real pro. She’s clear and concise, and there’s no falling asleep in her class—
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