“I just hope he passed,” I told Simone as the two of us climbed off the bus. “If he didn’t, he’s really going to beat himself up about it.” She shot me a sympathetic look. We’d been discussing the Logan situation all the way to school. “It’ll be a bummer if he has to transfer out of our class,” she said. “You’ll hardly get to see him.” “That’s not the point,” I protested. She yanked open the school door. “Seems like at least part of the point to me. How are you going to get to know him better if you never spend any time together?” She grimaced. “Especially with Megan and Ling hogging his attention at lunch. I swear, those two are driving me crazy! Why can’t they see how obvious it is that you’re the one Logan is meant to be with?” “Because there’s nothing to see.” I glanced around, making sure nobody was close enough to hear us. “I’m not meant to be with Logan.” “But the sparks!” she began. “Sparks don’t mean anything. That stuff I felt was just a typical hormonal teenage reaction to a good-looking guy.
