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taken a twenty-five minute shower during which she’d completely
     forgotten to put her Frédéric Fekkai conditioner in her hair and had only gotten out because the water ran cold.
    “Wow,” Jenny said softly when Callie finished describingthe dream. Callie kept the details of kissing Easy the night before to herself. Some things were private, scandalous, and
     all hers.
    “Yeah.” Callie felt her smile slip away as the truth hit her. The dream was real. Not the grape part—which was too bad, because
     she’d always kind of wanted to be Cleopatra—but the facts. Both Easy and Brandon were in love with her. And unlike in the
     dream, she couldn’t have both of them at the same time.
    “I never have dreams like that,” Jenny complained, moving over to her desk and starting to pile up her books and notebooks.
     “Last night I dreamed about being late for a class and having to recite the Declaration of Independence, but in Latin. There
     were no grapes—and definitely no man-slaves.”
    Callie laughed, but her mind was racing. She pulled her knees up under her chin, watching Jenny fill her messenger bag with
     the materials she’d need for class. She looked over at her own bag, thrown in a heap on top of her messy desk, and sighed.
     Last night she’d been so sure of what to do: break up with Brandon and be with Easy. Simple. She’d never loved anyone the
     way she loved Easy. But wasn’t that the whole problem? She and Easy hurt each other again and again and again, like they couldn’t
     seem to help themselves. He’d even dumped her for Jenny earlier this year, and yet she’d still gone ahead and lost her virginity
     to him. She didn’t regret it—they were like magnets, always coming together, but never for very long before they were pulled
     apart. And what was a magnet if it was on its own, pulling nothing?
    Meanwhile, Brandon was good to her. Always. He cared about her, and he would never treat her the way Easy had treated her—or
     even the way she’d treated him. He was funny and sweet, and they’d spent all of last month together. Could she really throw
     that away, just because Easy was back? It would crush Brandon. Besides, she and Easy would probably implode the way they always
     did. Their relationship was way too volatile.
    “What am I going to do?” she moaned, dropping her head into her hands.
    Jenny stopped fussing with her school books and turned.
    “You need to follow your heart,” Jenny said staunchly.
    Callie looked up, and absently touched the area over her heart with her hand.
    “What if I want both of them?” she asked, looking from Jenny to the bright, hard winter sunlight pouring in their windows.
     Outside, she could see the cold ribbon of the Hudson River snaking through the winter landscape.
    “I don’t think they’d go for that,” Jenny said with a little giggle.
    Callie sighed. “Wouldn’t it be easier if they would?” she asked wistfully.
    Jenny frowned for a moment, leaning back against her desk, her messenger bag at her feet. Her eyes lit up suddenly. “Perfect
     Match!” she cried, like she was saying
ta da!
    Callie blinked. She had never been a fan of silly magazine quizzes that told you who you should be with. What did they know?
     She especially hadn’t enjoyed last year’s Perfect Match,when Tinsley had matched herself up with Easy. She’d claimed she was just teasing Callie, but Callie had always doubted the
     truth of that story. Tinsley just liked to cause trouble. Callie had filled out the survey this year, just because everybody
     did, but it wasn’t like she really put stock in the results.
    “I don’t know what people told you, but it’s just a bunch of computer geeks messing around with people for a week,” Callie
     said gently, not wanting to shatter Jenny’s little fantasy. She probably still believed in Santa Claus. “It’s not like the
     matches really mean anything.”
    “You’ll get paired with one of them, Brandon or Easy,