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wedding.”
    Matt grinned, his face turning bright red.
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    I had my first dream that night.
    I was startled awake because I thought I heard voices. A man and a woman. They were talking to each other in a language I didn’t understand. I lay there staring at the ceiling, the image of two shadowy people hovering over me on the edge of my consciousness.
    My heartbeat quickened as the dream came back to me. Only thing is, it didn’t seem like a dream. I was getting the creepy feeling that someone had actually been in my room.
    I sat up. My bedroom door was wide open. A chill knifed through me, as I thought whoever was in my room had just left. I always close my door and was certain I had closed it before I went to bed.
    Calm down, girl
, I told myself. It was just a dream. A creepy dream, but a dream nonetheless.
    Sometimes Suze looks in on me while I sleep, just like she did when I was a little kid. That had to be it. She had looked in on me and neglected to close my door.
    I got up, moved to the door, and peeked out into the corridor. I could feel my heart racing again. Nothing. My mother’s door was cracked the way she always left it, so she could hear me if I called for her in the night.
    I calmed myself as I returned to bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I played what I remembered of the dream over in my mind. Two people hovering over me, talking. That was all. I couldn’t get a clear image of how they looked or what they were wearing.
    Then I smelled something. Incense. A very faint fragrance of incense hung in the air. My mother never burned incense. Did I really smell it, or was this part of the dream?
    Not sure what to think, I lay back down, pulled the covers up close, and shut my eyes until they were narrow slits fixed on the bedroom door, waiting to see if it would open again.
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    Guy Matson was the most arrogant nerd I’d ever met. Not that Guy Matson could accurately be called a nerd. He was so sure of himself, with his shiny black hair and dreamy eyes. And not just about math where he was easily the best on the team, but about everything. It was his self-assuredness that excited and yet confounded me. I’d never met a boy like him.  He was comfortable around girls. He was even comfortable around the geeky male members of the mathletes.
    With things heating up between Erin and Matt, I pretended as though Guy had no choice but to be mine—hands down. Erin and I sat up many nights talking of double dating with Matt and Guy. I pretended that Guy and I were a forgone conclusion. I never told her about my humiliation.
    The truth was I felt I had little chance of attracting someone so cool and handsome—especially after making a fool of myself. Then one afternoon, things changed.
    “Tran, Megan, and Guy, you are our best mathletes, therefore the three of you will represent Glendale in the countywide championships,” Mrs. Brewster announced as we were finishing up for the day.
    “Yes!” exclaimed Tran, exuberantly pumping his fist in the air.  He stepped toward Guy for a chest bump, but Guy turned quickly away, pretending not to notice. “Megan, Guy,” Tran continued unperturbed. “We need to get together and study if we really wanna kick some butt.”
     “That’s a great idea,” said Erin, trying to give my chances with Guy a boost.
    My eyes were on him. He looked at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and I could see a conspiratorial smile looming just beneath the surface.
    Oh my goodness,
I thought.
We’re connecting. He views this study session as a reason for us to be alone together—almost.
    A chill of excitement rushed through me.
I do have a chance with Guy Matson.
Then he spoke.
    “Nah, I don’t need to study. I got this stuff down cold. You guys go ahead and study without me.”
    But what about our connection?
    “Umm, as captain, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist,” I heard myself saying.
    Did I just put my foot in my mouth? Again!
    The stunned eyes of the entire team