Basket Boys
The Monday after the Loskis' dinner party； Darla tracked me down at school and forced
Bryce Loski back into my brain。 “Jules！ Whoa； girl； wait up！
How have you been？”
“I'm fine； Darla； how are you？”
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“No； seriously；” she whispered。 “Are you doing okay？” She shifted her backpack and looked
over each shoulder。 “I got to thinking； you know； that
was just so cold of Bryce。 Especially since you've got that soft spot for him。”
“Who told you that？”
“Like I haven't got eyes？ e on； girl。 It's a given。 Which is why I got to worryin' about you。
Are you seriously all right？”
“Yes； I am。 But thanks for thinking about me。” I eyed her and said； “And Darla？ It's not a
given anymore。”
She laughed。 “How long's this diet gonna last？”
“It's not a diet。 I've just； uh； lost my taste for him。”
She looked at me skeptically。 “Uh…huh。”
“Well； I have。 But thanks for； you know； caring。”
All through first period I was still feeling strong and right and certain； but then Mrs。 Simmons
ended the lesson a full fifteen minutes early and said；
“Clear your desks of everything but a pen or pencil。”
“What？” everyone cried； and believe me—I was right along with them。 I was not prepared for
a quiz！
“Everything！” she said。 “e on； you're wasting valuable time。”
The room filled with grumbles and the sound of shuffling binders；