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Not surprising. Greta had noticed her always hovering around
Dylan. That was the thing about having a lineup of people
wanting to date the same guy. Always someone ready to step
over your corpse and take your place. Just as she had done
with Priya and Angela.
One more class to survive. Math.
Greta arrived before the teacher and found the door
locked. A middle-aged black woman came up behind her,

picking a key from a lanyard. “You’re keen, aren’t you?”
The teacher winked and swung the door open for Greta.
“I’m Mrs. Flynn. You here for math?”
Greta just nodded—no energy for small talk. She found
the perfect desk in the back corner and waited for the room
to fill. A minute later more people wandered in, dropping
books on desks, their heads turned to one another. Some girl

from Greta’s bio class last term. A guy from her French class.
Strangers. Strangers. A bunch of people on their phones.
Greta saw the long black hair first and felt her heart pound
her chest. No—a different head of long black hair.
Mrs. Flynn called in a straggler from the hallway and shut
the door. She started talking about class rules and expecta-
tions as she made her way to the front of the room. Greta
didn’t hear another word. All three classes free of Dylan,
Rachel and Matt. Angus and Sam she could handle. She

closed her eyes and felt the lead escape her bones, float to
nowhere. She hadn’t even known it was there. Her chest
expanded wide—more air than she thought possible—for the
first time all day. No, for the first time in nearly three months.

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