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CHAPTER 6

T
he next day at school, I had Literacy class first thing in the

morning—and surprisingly, Chris had it too. I didn’t know
any other friends in the class, and the people there weren’t

really the type I liked to talk to or chat with. Well, except Samara, the
class president—but she wasn’t even there.

Anyway, I sat in the back with Chris, who was beside me. Like,

literally a desk beside me. I could feel his arm pressed against mine. I
think he did that to get my attention.

After Mr. San Diego finished teaching us the lesson units, he
assigned us to work on the questions in our textbook and told us to ask

our desk partner for help if needed. And Chris gave himself a chance

to talk to me—like he actually needed help.
“So… Kandis.” He stared right at me, making me shiver a bit.

“I kind of need help, and I hear you’re good at Literacy.”
I swallowed hard; my feelings were making me hesitate.

“Uh… yeah, I am. What do you need help with?”
“This question.” He dragged his hand to the book.

I wrote the question in my notebook, then explained it with lots of

details and information from the textbook. But I already knew he
understood it—because from his face, he knew the answer. He was just

finding an excuse to talk to me. Which, of course, I didn’t hate. I
actually liked it.