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beside me. We locked eyes—his face inches from mine. “You have a little chocolate on your face,” he said.
    I put a hand on my face. “Where?”
    Eric reached up and touched the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Here.”
    I think I stopped breathing. Eric put his hand on my cheek and my face warmed under his touch. My eyes fluttered shut and Eric’s lips met mine. It was longer than we’d ever kissed and all I could taste was chocolate.

9
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    WHEN I SLID INTO MY SEAT AT BIO CLASS ON a sunny Monday morning, Julia and Alison didn’t waste a second before they turned around to talk to me.
    “Don’t get used to us not being on the team,” Julia snapped, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “This is just temporary.”
    “Julia, you cheated,” I said. “And you got caught. Don’t take it out on me.” I was starting to feel a little annoyed by the whole thing.
    A flush crept over Alison’s face. “We didn’t cheat,” she whispered. “I swear.”
    “Stop trying to explain, Alison,” Julia said, glaring at me. “Sasha loves this. It’s less competition for the YENT.”
    I started to protest, but Jasmine walked into the room and took her seat next to me. She looked at me and simply rolled her eyes. I ignored her and stared ahead at the whiteboard. Finally, Ms. Peterson, our teacher, came into the room and stood in front of the class.
    “Good morning, everyone,” she said. “It’s time for a Monday morning pop quiz.”
    We all groaned. I scribbled my name on my paper, thinking back to everything I’d read about the solar system over the weekend.
    “Number one: name the lunar phases,” Ms. Peterson said.
    Got it
. I wrote them down and looked up at Ms. Peterson when I finished.
    “Number two: which planet is the smallest?” Ms. Peterson asked. She wrote tonight’s homework on the whiteboard while she waited for us to answer.
    I wrote down
Mercury
.
    She asked a few more questions before telling us to put down our pens. “Please trade papers with the person sitting next to you,” she said. “And you’ll grade that person’s quiz.”
    With a tiny sigh, I passed my paper to Jasmine. Ms. Peterson went through the correct answers and I handedJas back her paper with a minus one at the top. She gave me mine—also with one wrong. Last fall I’d probably have only gotten one right. I was glad I’d upped my studying more than usual—I refused to miss the YENT because of bad grades.
    When I got to the stable for my afternoon lesson, I grabbed Charm’s tack and grooming box before heading to his stall.
    “Hi, gorgeous,” I said to him, leading him into the wide aisle. Charm rubbed his forehead against my shoulder. “You’re doing that because you’re itchy, not because you love me, huh?” I teased.
    I started grooming him and kept an eye on Jack’s stall. Callie was usually here by now. We always groomed the horses together. I took out my phone.
    Where r u?
I texted her.
    I’d finished grooming and tacking up Charm before my phone buzzed back.
    Late! B there soon
.
    I wanted to wait for Callie, but Mr. Conner
hated
it when we weren’t in class on time.
    “We’d better go, boy,” I told Charm.
    We walked down the aisle and I mounted when I gotinto the arena. Inside, Heather was circling Aristocrat at a trot. I moved Charm to the opposite end of the arena and walked him along the wall. It was weird to be in here with just Heather. I watched the door, hoping that Callie would manage to slip in before Mr. Conner got here. But when Mr. Conner strode through the doorway, Callie was still missing.
    Mr. Conner didn’t even pause. “Heather and Sasha, please do a sitting trot,” he said. Heather and I urged our horses forward. I tried to keep my mind on the lesson, but I couldn’t stop thinking about why Callie wasn’t here. It had to be something major to keep her from practice.
    “Sasha, lower your hands,” Mr. Conner called. “And pay