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been going to G.U. for a year and seven months, and most of that time the Poplarati had pretty much ignored me. I was a geek— persona non grata . But not after today.
    As I dashed off an email to Maudrina, I was tingling with excitement.
    Megan Barnett has arrived.
     

Chapter Six
     
    School was different the next day. In fact, it was surreal. I was at my locker before third period, changing out books, when Monica Swainson and her crew walked by. “Hey,” she said.
    “Hey,” I replied. It was like I was having an out-of-body experience. Monica Swainson passed my locker every day. She’d been passing my locker every day since freshman year, but had never spoken to me. Wait, that’s not exactly true. She spoke to me once during freshman year when she was trying to cop a look at Alonzo Briggs’ butt, and I was blocking her view.
    “Hey, geek girl! You make a better door than a window,” she snarled to get me to move. That was it, my last conversation with Monica Swainson, until today.
    I felt disoriented as I watched her move down the hall with her girlfriends. A few of them looked back at me, curiosity etched into their brows. Wow!
    The day continued weirding out when French class ended. As we were gathering our books, Jack Parson, who was cute but also happened to be the dumbest boy in school called out: “Hey Barnett, how come you never give me any play?”
    Before I could respond, Ashley Scott zinged: “because Megan’s got taste!”The whole class cracked up. Ashley smiled and nodded as if to say: I got your back . I smiled and nodded my appreciation.
    I knew I’d been having a lot of weird dreams lately, but I was certain this wasn’t one of them. I knew this wasn’t a dream because dreams are triggered by your subconscious, and I couldn’t have imagined any of the things that had happened to me today. Today was just weird, period!
    “Thanks to your heroics, I’m popular,” I said. Guy was seated next to me in our usual lunch time spot at the bottom of the bleachers. I was going on and on about my weird day.
    He hesitated before saying, “Is that a problem for you?”
    “I’m not sure. I mean most of them are jerks, but it is flattering to finally be noticed by them.”
    “Then I say go with it.”
    “It’s you they want to friend. But since you don’t have a Facebook page, they’re reaching out to me.”
    “Man, you sure know how to complicate things.”
    I threw my head back and laughed. “I sure do, don’t I?”
    “Mortals need to learn to accept things as they come to them,” he said and laughed. I stopped laughing.
    It was the first time since I had known what Guy was that he had called me mortal. Different. That’s how I was suddenly feeling. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, his words hurt. I knew he was an angel. I knew we were different. I didn’t need him throwing it in my face. I tried to will away the pain because I knew he didn’t mean anything by it.
    “I suppose you’re right,” I replied, my voice faltering. “I really had a good time yesterday.” I changed the subject to something more pleasant. “You’re a good dancer.”
    He stared at me, narrowing his gaze. “I’m sorry. I said something that offended you.”
    “No. No, you didn’t. I was just thinking about Erin is all. She’s running with the wrong crowd.”
    I could tell he didn’t believe me. “Yes. It was sad to see her with that biker bunch.” He looked deeper into my eyes. “You’re sure it wasn’t something I said?” His eyes were smoldering. How could I be angry at a boyfriend who was so hot?
    “Positive.” I put on a plastic smile.
    He slid closer. Taking my chin into his hand, he kissed me gently on the mouth. As he pulled away, he latched onto my lower lip with his teeth, but he didn’t bite down. “I never want to hurt you,” he said soflty.
    “I know.”
     
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    The weirdness continued over the next several days. On Wednesday, Jeremy asked me to sit at the