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jocks’ table. I was stunned. I knew he felt a sense of gratitude for what Guy had done at The Explosion. No telling what would have happened if Guy hadn’t been there. Yet it was odd that the boy who ignored me whenever I sat with the jocks in the past was now inviting me.
    On Thursday, Ashley Scott told me a secret about Melody Cruz. We were exiting French class when she stopped me at the door and said: “Melody Cruz had a boob job.” Just like that. No preamble or anything.
    When I shot her look of disbelief, she shot back with a knowing look. “Over the summer,” she added with a smirk. “Nobody grows two cup sizes between July and September.”
    This revelation was big since Melody was a card carrying member of the Poplariti. It was Ashley’s way of letting me know I was not only included in the Poplarati, my status had been elevated above Melody’s.
    Then she dropped the bomb. “See you at the game on Friday?”
    Friday was G.U’s last basketball game of the season against our cross town rival, Coronado. While we didn’t have many wins this year, a victory against Coronado would make our season. I didn’t know much about basketball, but Ashley had just invited me to sit with the Poplarati at the game. That was an honor.
    I managed to choke out a response. “Umm, sure. I’ll be there.”
    Erin would have loved my new-found status. We were AP girls because of our brains, but in our hearts and minds we were cut from the same cloth as the popular crowd.
    I wondered about Erin.
    I couldn’t get over how seedy she looked at The Explosion. The craziness of ripping the head off a bird and leaving it in my garden alarmed me even more. I needed to call her again. If she didn’t pick up this time, I would stop by her house. I knew a cry for help when I saw one. I would not let her down.
    When I got to the math lab, the week’s strangeness continued. As I was coming down the hall, I could hear Tran’s voice, animated and passionate, spilling out of the room. When I entered, he looked up from a conversation with Mrs. Brewster. This is where things got weird.
    “Megan, come over here! We need a third vote to break the tie,” called Tran, excited to see me.
    What’s strange is I am a girl. With Erin’s departure,I am the only female member of the mathlete’s. While the male members feel they have to protect me, they have never asked for my opinion on anything. Choice of problems, choosing up sides for a competition, even snacks. My opinion has never mattered—until today.
    “Sure,” I said, heading back. “I’d love to help.”
    “Megan, you’re smart, and very hip. Please tell Mrs. Brewster which is the best design for a mathletes tee shirt,” said Tran. It was obvious that word of my admission into the Poplarati had made its way to the math lab.
    “Okay.”
    He blew out a breath. “Is it ‘A,’ a simple black tee with the words Glendale Mathlete in script over the left breast?” His voice rose with passion, “Or ‘B,’ a killer white tee with a monstrous transformer on the front in the shape of the number ten?”
    “Why the number ten?”
    “Because ten is cool!” he said as if suddenly realizing I was an idiot.
    I swallowed hard and looked at Mrs. Brewster, whose eyes were laughing because she knew no girl in her right mind would choose to wear a shirt with a transformer on the front.
    “Umm, let me see,” I said, stroking my chin as if in thought.
    “Come on, Megan, it’s not that hard.”From the look on Tran’s face he was having second thoughts about choosing me as the tie-breaker.
    I knew if I told him the truth he’d never ask my opinion for the rest of my life.
    “I know. It’s just that I’m not that fashion conscious,” I said after a few moments.“But Geoffrey is.”
    Geoffrey was Tran’s main confidante on the mathletes. The fact that he hadn’t called on Geoffrey in the first place proved the power of the Poplarati.
    “That’s a great idea!” exclaimed Tran.