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been listening. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. She does want him back! And she totally joined mock trial just because Luke did! How ridiculous and lame! Joining something just because a guy you like joins is an insult to feminism everywhere. These kinds of things are exactly what our great grandmothers fought against when—oh. Wait a minute. I’m doing the same thing. But that’s different. Luke’s my boyfriend. And I’m just keeping an eye on him.
    Bailey and Kim come out of the bathroom and breeze by me in a haze of perfume. When they’re a few feet down the hall, Bailey looks back at me, leans in and whispers something to Kim, and then they both laugh before disappearing into the room where mock trial is going to be held.
    “Hey,” Lexi says from behind me, and I jump. “What’s with you?”
    “Nothing,” I say, squaring my shoulders as we head for mock trial. “Just war.”

    Twenty minutes later. Mock trial. We have been separated into groups of four, and we’re supposed to be going over a case that’s been given to us. I thought it would be more like acting, but apparently a lot of it has to do with the Constitution. I’m all about the Constitution—freedom, yay!—but this might be taking it a little too far.
    The faculty advisor, Mr. Ikwang, is one of those teachers that’s super excited about the judicial process. Those were his words, not mine. “I’m super excited about the judicial process, and I hope you will be too!” he said as soon as we got into the room.
    Snore.
    In my group are Lexi, Jared, and Luke. Lexi took control of the situation when Mr. Ikwang told us to get into groups, announcing, “Jared and Luke, you’ll be with me and Devon.”
    Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to their table, where we’re now all sitting.
    “So what are we supposed to do?” Jared asks, looking down at the paper Mr. Ikwang gave us.
    I read it. “Case Study,” it says. “A woman is arrested for the kidnapping of her own child. The child, a two-year-old girl, was last seen with the mother at the grocerystore on a Tuesday morning. On Wednesday, the girl was reported missing by the mother, who claimed an intruder came in during the night and took her.”
    “Wow,” I say. “This is dark.”
    “Oh, look!” Lexi exclaims, her eyes sliding down the paper. “There are witnesses and everything! I want to play one of the witnesses!” She raises her eyes up and starts waving her hand in the air. “Mr. Ikwang, Mr. Ikwang, I want to play the part of ‘witness number two, blond woman in the grocery store produce aisle,’ please!’”
    “Lexi!” Mr. Ikwang says. “I love your enthusiasm, but right now your group is supposed to be preparing some questions the prosecution might ask.”
    “This is like school,” Lexi says glumly. She pushes the paper away.
    “Yesterday’s case was a lot more interesting,” Luke says. He leans back in his chair, and I look over at him, still quite not believing he’s my boyfriend. He’s wearing a black sweater with a white T-shirt underneath and baggy jeans. Of course, the fact that he’s hot is not why I like him. I like him because he’s smart. Unlike Barelli, who apparently wishes he wasn’t that smart and is very shallow.
    “It was,” Bailey says from the table behind us. Sheflips her long curls over the shoulder of her tight pink sweater. “We couldn’t stop debating it, it was driving us sooo crazy.”
    I’m not sure if she means “we” as in all of mock trial, or “we” as in her and Luke, but either way, I don’t like it.
    “Sounds fun,” I say brightly, trying to pretend like everything’s fine.
    “So, are you guys going to the dance?” Bailey asks. She says ‘you guys’ but she’s looking right at Luke. “Remember the last dance, Luke?” she says, before any of us can answer. “We didn’t go because we decided to go four-wheeling at my uncle’s instead.”
    “Yeah,” Luke says, and he glances at me nervously. Probably