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is in high school.”
    Eve is definitely the most boy-crazy one at the table. She thinks everything should be the way it is in movies. She steals romance novels from her mom’s bookshelf and loves to hear stories about how people propose and get engaged. It’s kind of her hobby.
    My cheeks get hot and I look at Sunny. She lives with Yamir—she has to know the truth, that my boyfriend isn’t so much of a boyfriend anymore. I barely even see him. But she stays quiet, smiles and nods, and takes a bite out of her turkey wrap.
    â€œOh.” I shrug. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, it’s just Yamir.”
    â€œJust Yamir?” Georgina shrieks. “Okay, I know he’s Sunny’s brother and I don’t want to gross her out, but he was the cutest kid in eighth grade last year!”
    Georgina is a close second in the boy-crazy department. She’s, like, Eve’s sidekick for everything. So if Eve is into something, Georgina is too. But I think it’s more that she wants to make Eve feel like she’s not the only boy-crazy one. Georgina’s one of those people who will always tell you you’re doing the right thing. If you ever need any positive reinforcement, talk to Georgina.
    â€œGrossing me out. Thanks.” Sunny looks down at the tinfoil around her sandwich. “Cool if you stop now.”
    â€œHe’s in high school. That’s all I’m saying,” Eve adds, but then continues—so it clearly wasn’t all she was saying. “He’s in a whole different school and he still chooses to be your boyfriend. That’s a big deal.”
    â€œWe’re going to be in high school next year too,” I remind them. “But thanks. It’s cool to feel cool.” I laugh at how stupid that sounds and try to think of a way to change the topic.
    â€œSpeaking of boyfriends, where’s Evan?” Eve asks Sunny. I think Eve keeps some kind of checklist on boyfriends—who has one, where they are, what they’re doing. She keeps saying she prays every night that we’ll all have one by Eighth-Grade Masquerade. We only have a couple of months to make that happen, and I’m not sure Annabelle even talks to boys except when it’s about Earth Club or Mathletes.
    â€œHe only sits with us on Fridays.” Sunny laughs. “You know that.”
    It’s true, but it’s funny when she says it out loud like it’s an actual rule. At the beginning of the year, Sunny wanted Evan to sit with her at lunch, but Evan also wanted to sit with his friends. So they made up this silly plan that Evan would sit at our table on Fridays and Sunny would sit at his table on Mondays. But Sunny still sits at our table all the time, and Friday is pizza day anyway, so most people just grab slices and sit wherever they feel like.
    It seems like their relationship is always perfect. I don’t know what they’re doing that I can’t do. Maybe Sunny can teach a class on how to have a successful relationship. Or forget the class—maybe she can just teach me. Best friends are supposed to help each other out with those kinds of things.
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Riiiight
.” Eve laughs. “I forgot.” As much as Annabelle has grown on me, Eve still bugs me. I guess everyone can’t be perfect.
    So we spend the rest of lunch talking about who in the grade has boyfriends and who doesn’t, and who is going to bring a date to Eighth-Grade Masquerade. The conversation is making my stomach hurt, and I can barely finish my salad.
    â€œSunny and Lucy are so lucky that they don’t have to worryabout this,” Georgina says. “If I can make Harrison Tate know my name by the dance, I’ll consider myself lucky.”
    â€œGeorgina!” I shout, too loud for the cafeteria. Mr. Mikros gives me a look. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. He’s new to the school. I bet he doesn’t know anyone’s name.”
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