“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” “Tell you what?” Jagger? The secret meetings? The kissing? How would she know— “Winter Formal. Don’t tell me you forgot!” “Oh! Well, yeah. I mean, with everything going on…” I hang my jacket on the metal hook. Forget? The fact that I’m supposed to go to the dance with Raul has been wiped from my memory bank. “How’d you find out?” “How do you think?” Marci pouts. “Raul told me the other day. I was waiting for you to say something, but there’s been sort of a deafening silence coming from your side of the friendship.” “Sorry, Marci. I didn’t want anyone on the team to know. So no one accuses me of, you know, favoritism.” “I’m not anyone!” Immediately, though, she brightens. “We’ll shop for dresses together. In the Village—hey, Raul!”
