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joke?” I asked. “Knock, knock, who’s there? Just me. That’s not a joke. That’s ridiculous.”
    “Ah, but you’re laughing.”
    “Yeah. At its ridiculousness.”
    He was close enough that I could smell the cigarettes on him and, under that, another even smokier smell, like burnt leaves. One of his eyes was squintier than the other from the unevenness of his grin, but both eyes were the same warm brown. If there’s anyone whose smile would be asymmetrical, I thought. But it must have been the kind of smile that made you want to smile back because that, I realized, was what I was doing.
    I pulled away so quickly that my head clocked the tree trunk behind me. “Lucas helped me with it,” I said, pointing to the project still in his hands.
    “Lucas, huh?” Wes grunted, his smile dropping so fast I half expected to hear it shatter on the ground. “As in Lucas Hayes? As in the person you’re not waiting for.”
    “I told you. I’m not meeting anyone.”
    Wes handed me back the box, then he flipped his cigarette onto the ground, stubbing it out with his heel, and walked to the edge of the burners’ circle. But just before leaving, he turned around. “You know, if you were meeting me, I’d make a point of being here.”
    “And I’d make a point of losing track of time.”
    The grin was back, like I had complimented him instead of insulting him.
    “Why are you smiling?” I asked.
    “Because,” he said, “that was funny.” He tipped a salute and disappeared with the faint call of the school bell.
    I’d waited another ten minutes for Lucas. He never came, and that, not hair or homework and definitely not Wes Nolan, was why I’d been late to physics.
    Back on the roof, Usha’s interrogation about my lateness was interrupted by a burst of talk from Kelsey and her ponies. The ponies were examining Kelsey’s new piercing, a diamond stud in place of a beauty mark.
    “. . . brought a picture”—the wind caught Kelsey’s voice—“so it’d be just like Marilyn’s.”
    “Marilyn Manson’s?” I said loudly.
    Kelsey turned and wrinkled her nose. “No. Marilyn Monroe. The piercing artist said that I resemble her. Crazy, right?” The ponies circled up, probably to assure her that it wasn’t crazy, not the slightest bit.
    “Oh, that’s right,” I said to Usha. “Marilyn Monroe had a bunch of plastic surgery, too.”
    “Geez, Paige.” Usha socked me in the arm. “Fight in your own weight class.”
    “Ugh. She thinks she’s so edgy just because she broke up with Lucas Hayes and got a piercing at the mall.”
    “Meh. She’s not that bad,” Usha said. “Just kind of obvious.”
    “Usha Das!” Mr. Cochran called from the edge of the roof.
    “She is that bad,” I argued, “and then some more bad.”
    Usha shrugged then kissed my cheek with a smack before marching out to Mr. Cochran. Her contraption, which she held under one arm, was a cardboard replica of an old-fashioned plane, like the ones the Wright Brothers flew. It even had tiny paper-fastener propellers that spun. It must have taken hours to make, but it didn’t meet any of the assignment criteria; it wouldn’t protect her egg at all. Usha heaved it unceremoniously off the roof.
    A giggle came from Kelsey and the ponies. It always sounded like they were laughing at you. I shot them a glare and accidentally met Kelsey’s eyes, peering at me over the ponies’ heads. Her eyes were wide and hazel and framed in flourishes of liner. I imagined Lucas gazing into those eyes. I looked down at the box in my hands, picturing the egg—perfect, white, seamless—in its center. I wondered what Usha would think if she knew I was hooking up with Kelsey’s ex-boyfriend. I wondered what she’d think if she knew he’d stood me up.
    No, I knew what she’d think of that.
    “All right, Paige Wheeler!” Mr. Cochran called with a wave. Usha passed me on her way back and said happily, “Crash landing! Total yolk!”
    The closer I got to the