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But if she knew how much I am looking forward to the meeting
with Griffin, she wouldn’t be smiling at all.
Back at my lunch table, Troy is intently focused on his tapioca
pudding. Nicole is staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Have you lost your mind?” she demands.
I shrug, too elated and terrified by the whole situation to even
answer. My mind races, imagining what I’ll say to Griffin on Sunday,
how I’ll act, what I’ll wear. This isn’t about Stella—this is about me.
“Earth to Phoebe.” Nicole snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“What?” I shake myself out of the daydream.
“What were you thinking?” Her eyebrows jump up in disbelief.
“Griffin Blake is a centaur’s rear.”
“I just . . .” I struggle to find something to say that won’t be a
total lie. Or the total truth. “. . . thought he could help me out.”
Nicole flings her fork down on her plate. “You’re crazy.”
Maybe . . . but I can’t keep the smile off my face.
Troy, who hasn’t said a word since I got back to the table, stands
up and grabs his tray. “Maybe Blake can take you to the bonfire.”
Before I can answer he turns and walks away.
He sounded really upset.
I watch him walk over to the conveyor belt, toss down his tray,
and leave the room. Without once looking back at our table.
“What was that about?” I ask.
Nicole stares at me. “Are you that dense?”
“What?” I look at her, confused.
She shakes her head. “No wonder you made a fool of yourself
over that ass. You’re clueless when it comes to boys.”
She spears a bite of meat loaf with her fork. I think she is actually
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