thatâs for sure.â
âI remember when I came to see you in the hospital, right afterâ¦
it
happened. Your face was all puffy and swollen and you had stitches all over and I thought that, well, I didnât think theyâd ever be able to fix you. And here you are.
Tu sembles parfaite
.â
âWhat?â I ask, even though I have taken enough French to translate. What I really mean is, Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?
âYou look perfect,â he says softly.
I crunch down on something hard and vaguely familiar. With horror, I realize that Iâve bitten off part of my thumbnail.
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director (noun): the person responsible for the interpretive aspects of a stage, film, or television production.
On Wednesday I stay after school to talk to my pre-calc teacher, Mrs. Pritchie. Students werenât allowed to take pre-calc unless they achieved a B or higher in Algebra 2 and even though I had finished the textbook with my tutor, Mrs. Pritchie is concerned I might not be able to keep up with the class and has loaned me a tutoring book in case I need it.
I finish tucking
Tutoring for Precalculus
into my backpack and Iâm standing at my locker, staring at the sign and trying to make out the two signatures that are smeared together on the bottom, when I hear a familiar voice say hello. My blood pressure suddenly spikes because I know who it is before I turn around.
Drew.
We donât have a class together this semester, so weâve not really spoken besides an occasional hello in the halls. I have however, learned two key details:
He and Lindsey broke up over the summer.
He spent his summer working as a counselor at a camp for the arts. (Not exactly key, but Iâm always happy to get any details on Drew, no matter how trivial.)
Iâm so nervous standing so close to him after all this time that I step back up against my open locker, nearly toppling inside.
âHi,â I reply, grabbing onto the edges of my locker and pulling myself upright.
âAre you coming out or going in?â he asks, nodding toward my locker.
âWhat?â I ask.
âNarnia. You know, the magical door that leads to the other world. My guess is you were coming out.â
Drew is making a Narnia reference? I had no idea something this dorky would make him even hotter. âHa, ha,â I say stiffly. âI loved that movie, too.â
He brushes a lock of his thick hair out of his eyes. âOh yeah, I heard there was a movie. Iâll bet it wasnât as good as the books though.â
My smile fades away. I suddenly feel the need to say something really, really smart. I think of Albert Einstein and for some reason I think of his closet, which I once read was filled with set after set of the same shirts and the same pants.
âIâve been meaning to see it, though,â he adds quickly, for what Iâm hoping is my benefit. âSo what are you doing here so late?â
How do I weave Albert Einsteinâs clothes into that? Suddenly, I canât remember what he just said. And so I say âWhat?,â which I donât think helps me seem more intellectual.
âYouâre here late. I was asking why.â
Oh yeah.
âI had a meeting with Mrs. Pritchie. Even though I took precal with my tutor, sheâs worried that I wonât be able to keep up with the class.â Um, hello? Did I really need to share that tidbit? What happened to sounding intelligent?
âI see,â he says politely.
I glance back at my locker, not trusting myself to speak.
âNice,â he says, nodding toward my sisterâs sign. The tone of his voice is hard to read and I canât tell whether heâs being sarcastic or complimentary. I wouldnât blame him for being sarcastic. The sign
is
a little stupid. I only left it up because Iâm not sure what to replace it with. Last year I coated the inside of my locker with pictures of me
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