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Wanted him to like her. Don’t be such a cliché. Look at Angus
instead, coming this way. Angus smiled and sat next to her.
As they ran through a list of questions about who she was
and where she’d gone to school before, Greta found her head
turning toward Dylan. She caught his eye for a second. Was
he looking at her too? Wasn’t he? Angus noticed her eyeing
Dylan and trailed off mid-question. Then Angela came up
behind Dylan, bent over and draped her arms around his
neck. Her copper-red hair fell over his shoulders. She had a
heart-shaped face and perfect skin. Greta snapped her head
away, her face warm. The drink, which kind of burned, didn’t
help. She tipped the bottom up and finished the last of it.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” she said to Angus.
Sam saved her by calling up all the Spice Girls, minus
Chloe, to lip-synch “Wannabe.” Greta butchered everything ADVANCE READING COPY
except the chorus, which made Dylan laugh. Was he watching
her? When they finished, she stayed standing with Sam
and Rachel.
“Angus seems to like you.” Rachel gave her a conspira-
torial smile over the rim of her plastic cup.
“He’s, uh…nice. So are Angela and Dylan, like, together?”
Sam and Rachel snorted at the same time.
“What? Just curious. They’re a nice, sort of…couple.”
She was becoming more stupid with every passing minute.
“Sweetie, with the exception of me, everyone wants to be
with Dylan,” Rachel said.
Greta looked away to hide her red cheeks and tried not
to watch Angela rest her head on Dylan’s chest. At the end of
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