I went home, did my homework, and organized the valentines and gifts for my friends. I showered, organized my schoolwork, tweaked my presentation for the FBLA summit, laid out my outfit for the next day, and got into bed with a good book. I simply refused to think about him. The next morning I woke up kind of sad, but I shook it off. I told myself I was over Matt and that was that. From now on, I was all about my family, my friends, and my work, in that order. It was kind of a relief to be done with him and all that “mushy stuff,” as Emma put it. I felt sharp and focused and independent. It was good. Anytime he popped into my head, I pushed him out. Mind over matter! No problem! Alexis first—boys second! That day, I brought the valentine stuff to school, and at lunchtime in the cafeteria, we all met up at our usual corner table, where I presented the things to my friends. “Ta-da!” I cried. “Better late than never!” “Thanks, Alexis!’ said Katie. “It’s a shockingly good feeling to have been more organized than you for once,”
