Where are you?” I glanced at my watch, then at the clock on the wall. (Still synced.) Ninety seconds before the first bell, and Julia still wasn’t here. I started fiddling with my necklace—a silver chain with a little turtle made of colored glass. Julia got it for me at the beach. She had a matching one, except hers was a starfish. It was Wednesday. Julia had been acting kind of weird all week. She’d probably picked up on the fact that I didn’t like Natasha. I couldn’t help it—I tried. But I was stressed out enough without having to deal with Natasha the Perfect. This afternoon was the dreaded science quiz, and apparently I was more than a little anxious, because my stomach was doing this squirmy thing. Aaron Cook did not help matters one bit when he walked down the hall looking far cuter than any boy had the right to. I stared at the floor, watching him from the corner of my eye.
