Bang by Lisa McMann Page A

BFF Sarah so much as glances at me, but they both look at Trey and Sawyer. I
    smile at Sawyer when he catches my eye, and he relaxes.
    And it’s weird. I think I’m supposed to be jealous, but I’m
    not. I don’t think I’m very good at being a stereotypical girl.
“I’ve been pretty busy,” Sawyer says coolly. He shrugs
    and takes a small bite of his burger. “Attack anyone today?”
“Well, let me tell you,” Roxie says, ignoring his disdain. She shoves her butt against Sawyer in an attempt to get him to slide over so she can share the edge of his
    chair. He stops chewing, but doesn’t move over, leaving
    Roxie and her butt hovering weirdly. I just keep watching,
    and it’s like I’m invisible or something. Like I’m not even
    there. I glance at Trey, who is now finishing up his lunch
    and ignoring the girls.
“Can you see me?” I ask him.
He looks. Narrows his eyes. “Only if I squint really
    hard.”
I nod. “That’s what I thought.”
“It’s kind of a cool superpower, if you ask me.
    Invisibility.”
“Yeah, you know? You’re right. Right, Roxie?”
No response.
“I don’t think she can hear invisible people,” Trey says.
I shrug. “So that’s two superpowers for me, if you
    really think about it.”
Trey chugs down the rest of his iced tea and wipes his
    mouth with his napkin. “I’ll give you that.”
“Thanks.”
“Who’s the other one again?”
I glance up. “That’s BFF Sarah.”
“BFF is her first name?”
“Ah . . . yes. Yes, it is.”
“Interesting.”
“Not much different from a name like J.T. or R.J. or
    C.J.”
“Except there’s no J .”
“True.”
Sarah turns sharply and frowns at us. “You guys are
    beyond weird.”
My eyes open wide. “You can see me?”
She shakes her head, disgusted, and tugs at Roxie,
    who, after being denied, is now leaning over the table,
    talking to Sawyer about Spring Fling, which is like prom
    but not really, because it’s only for freshmen and sophomores and it’s lame.
“So you want to go with me?” Roxie asks him. “I got
    my license. I’ll pick you up.”
“Um . . . Rox . . .”
“It’ll be like old times, you know? We can make out
    behind the bleachers like when we were a couple.” She’s
    speaking really loudly. And finally the jealous factor kicks
    in. And it kicks in hard. Because I don’t know what she’s
    talking about.
“Roxie, what the heck—” Sawyer begins, and I hear
    anger in his voice.
I stand up and push my chair back, the heat rising to
    my face.
Trey touches my arm. “I think we need to just sit and
    watch this, don’t you?”
BFF Sarah crosses her arms, bored.
Roxie smiles at Sawyer.
Sawyer looks at me, his lips parted, eyes apologetic.
    “Please don’t go,” he says.
I sit down again. “Yeah,” I say to Trey, “you’re right.”
But I can’t concentrate on what anybody else is saying
    right now, because all I see is Sawyer and Roxie making
    out behind the bleachers. And I feel like a stupid fool.
    Because I thought somehow Sawyer would have waited
    for me like I waited for him. I thought our first kiss was
    our first kiss. And it’s not; it was just my first. And even
    though it’s ridiculous for me to expect that he hasn’t kissed
    anybody else, because we’re sixteen, for crying out loud, it
    still makes my throat ache.
When I can focus, I watch BFF Sarah grow impatient
    and walk away.
And I see Sawyer’s mouth moving, and Roxie scowling
    and getting angry. But I can’t comprehend anything.
After a minute, I look at Trey. “I really need to go,” I
    say in a low voice.
“If you leave now, she’ll feel like she won something.
    Just stay here and talk to me. Ignore them. She’s looking to
    get a rise out of you, so don’t let her. You and Sawyer will
    work this out. He’s a good guy, remember?”
“I know.” But he made out with Roxie. He was a couple with her. How did I not know this? Maybe because I’m a
    freaking outcast, huh? Pretty stinking likely.
“So, about that