make them on the grill.â He paused, then added hastily, âI mean, only if you want to.â
âOf course I want to, silly,â I said.
He smiled widely, showing off crooked teeth and too much gum. âHey, whose class are you in?â
âMrs. Vasquezâs,â I replied.
âMe, too!â Jake jumped up and down twice, then stopped abruptly. âI mean, thatâs cool that weâre in the same class. Yeah. Noah had Mrs. Vasquez for fifth grade, too, and he liked her. Well, heâs Noah, so heâs never actually liked a teacher. But he said she let them play Seven-Up sometimes at the end of the day, and she never assigned weekend homework, so thatâs good, I guess.â
âProbably,â I agreed.
âHey,â Jake went on. âWhen you come over, we can also play . . .â
He faded to silence, staring at something behind me. I turned around.
It was Dakota.
âHullo!â I said, pleased to see another familiar face. Maybe starting school would be better than Iâd thought.
As promised, Dakota was wearing the same lollipop shirt, though I could tell that she hadnât picked any of the glitter off hers. She wrinkled her nose at Jake, then said to me, as if he wasnât even there, âHi, Charlotte! Oh my gosh, you look adorable . Come on, let me introduce you to Sydney and Kianna. Theyâre totally dying to meet you.â
She grabbed my hand and pulled me away. âGood-bye, Jake!â I called behind me. He did not reply.
âLook,â Dakota said in a low voice, slowing the pace once we were far enough away from Jake, âI get that youâre new here, so you probably donât know this yet, butâdonât hang out with Jake Adler.â
âWhy not?â I twisted my head around to look back at him. He was still standing in the spot where Iâd left him, staring down at the grass.
âHeâs not cool,â Dakota explained.
âHow can you tell?â
âI donât have to tell,â Dakota said. âI just know.â
We stopped at a tree where two girls in matching lollipop shirts were already standing. âThis is Sydney, and this is Kianna,â Dakota introduced them.
âHullo.â I waved.
âLook at you!â Sydney shrieked. âYou are exactly as cute as Dakota said you were.â
âSay something!â Kianna demanded.
My eyes darted from Kianna to Dakota, hoping for some more guidance than that. At last I said, âSomething?â
âSay something British ,â Kianna explained. âLike âbangers and mash.ââ
âBangers and mash,â I repeated, and the three girls squealed in unison.
âWhy canât I hang out with Jake Adler?â I asked.
â So cute,â Sydney commented.
âEw,â Dakota said.
Sydney blushed. âI meant her accent, not Jake Adler! Heâs gross.â
âWhy?â I asked again.
âHe talks to himself sometimes,â Dakota explained. âHe keeps a collection of action figures in his desk, and he majorly freaked out last year when he couldnât find one. He plays on the swing set during recess. By himself. Like weâre in kindergarten.â
âAnd his favorite class is art ,â Kianna added. âHeâs always drawing little pictures or doing watercolors or gluing colored paper on to things. Like heâs a girl .â
âAnd I donât think he ever learned to tie his shoes,â Sydney contributed.
âAnd his mom leaves him notes in his Star Wars lunchbox,â Dakota said, and the three girls howled with laughter. âI took one off his desk once when he wasnât looking,â Dakota added. âIt said, âMay the Force be with you today, Jake! Love, Mommy.ââ They collapsed into giggles again.
I stared at these girls, these girls who wore the same shirt as me but seemed so different. I tried to laugh with them, but I
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