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snapped. “I’m just a little surprised. How do
you know?”
                   
“I hear things,” Angelo said passively.
                   
“Why haven’t I heard anything?” I challenged.
                   
“Do you sit with anyone besides me at lunch?” he began.
                   
“No…”
                   
“Do you pay attention to girls gossiping in the locker rooms during gym class?”
                   
“No…”
                   
“Do you pay attention to girls gossiping in the girls’ bathroom?”
                   
“No…” Angelo gave me a satisfied smile. “All right, I see your point.”
                   
“So are you going to go talk to him or what?” he asked grumpily.
                   
“I don’t think so,” I shook my head and turned to face my locker again. I still
couldn’t remember what I was looking for.
                   
“Okay,” he said and bent down. He picked up my Chemistry book. “But who knows,
you might have chemistry.”
                   
“Shut up,” I took the book and shoved it back in my locker.
                   
“So, you and me still on for the anti-Valentine’s karaoke fest?” he asked.
                   
“You mean our annual tradition of mocking Valentine’s Day by singing lame love
songs all night?” I chuckled. “Honestly I can’t remember how this tradition
started.”
                   
“I told you that maybe if you sang love songs you’d understand why people love
Valentine’s Day,” he reminded.
                   
“Oh, right. Looks like you were wrong,” I grinned.
                   
“So is that a ‘yes’?” he asked.
                   
“Of course it is,” I rolled my eyes. “Unless you suddenly
have a girlfriend or something.”
                   
“Nah,” he shook his head. “The only girl for me isn’t interested.”
                   
“You know, you keep talking about this girl, but you never tell me who she is,”
I finally shut my locker, giving up any hope of remembering what it was I
needed.
                   
“You aren’t interested,” Angelo leaned onto the lockers.
                   
“You’re right, I’m not,” I turned to face him and laughed. He pressed his lips
together and nodded, and then shifted his gaze onto the heart-filled cork
board.
                   
“So un-original,” he muttered.
                   
“Yeah,” I agreed.
                   
“Well, I’ll see you around, Ruby,” Angelo walked away.
                   
“Looks like I’m not the only one in a bad mood today,” I muttered. “Looks like my cynicism is rubbing off on him.”
                   
I turned to face my locker. I knew there was something that I needed. I opened
it again and scanned the books, hoping I would be able to remember. I sighed
and slammed it shut again.
                   
Just then I heard the sound of falling papers. I turned to see Don Vernal,
crouching on the floor and gather flyers. I found myself going near and
crouching down to help him. Keeping my eyes on the ground, I handed them to him
when I was finished, “Here.”
                   
“Thanks,” I could hear the smile in his voice. We both stood up. “Ruby, hi,” he
said.
                   
This time I looked up to face him. His hair was a little longer. He’d lost some
weight. His build was a little larger, too. But his eyes were the same. Kind and dark. “Hi, Don,” I managed to choke out.
                   
“Thanks again for helping,” he fiddled with his stack of flyers.
                   
“No problem,”