HARVEY LEANED OVER TO WHERE Sophie was busy conjugating some Spanish verbs in their final class of the day. “Really?” Sophie put down her pencil and glanced down at the new Chucky Ts he was now wearing. “I thought the green was cute. They sort of match your eyes; plus, weren’t they the ones you saw in the mall the other day? Not that it matters, because if you’d like another color, then that’s okay.” “No.” Harvey shook his straight hair and held up his hand to stop her. “It’s not the color. It’s the everything.” He waved his hand in the air, probably to indicate the new leather-bound sketch pad that Kara was reverently patting. Not to mention Sophie’s new boyfriend-cut jeans that she had seen in this month’s Girl2day magazine (okay, and the coordinating boots, because really it would be a shame to have one and not the other). “I don’t like all the magic.” “Why not?” Sophie pushed a strand of hair out of her face before realizing it would be easier just to get a new hair clip.
