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watching TV.
    She tried watching the movie on the TV, but it didn't hold
her attention. Her eyes kept flicking back to Marcel. When she and Keith
Masterson had broken up a couple of months ago, she had convinced herself that
she'd had it with boys, at least for a while. And of course Marcel was
definitely too old for her. But still . . . She couldn't help thinking how much
fun it would be to have something interesting to tell her friends when
she got back home.
    "Hi, Beth." The voice beside her startled her. It
was Molly's.
    "Oh, hi, Molly," said Beth. "Where's
Brian?"
    "He went up to his room to get his coat," replied
Molly, smiling. "I invited him to take a walk in the moonlight."
    "That sounds nice," said Beth.
    Molly sat down next to her and whispered, "You should
go tell your sister that Marcel's in here."
    "Oh, yeah," Beth answered, but she had absolutely
no intention of doing it.
    "Beth," Molly said in a low, confidential voice.
"I've been trying to talk to you privately since last night." She
laughed a little, sounding nervous. "Tell me about Brian."
    Beth turned to her. "What do you mean?"
    "I want to know all about him."
    "Well . . ." Beth shrugged. "He's
seventeen—"
    "Does he have a girlfriend at home?" Molly asked.
That was obviously what she really wanted to know.
    "Not really," said Beth. "I mean, he dates,
but he doesn't have a steady girlfriend."
    Molly looked relieved. "Oh, that's great. And when is
his birthday?"
    "In July," Beth said. "The second."
    "Oh." Molly sounded disappointed. "I guess
it's not coming up anytime soon."
    "No, I guess not." Boy, Beth thought, Molly really
has it bad for Brian.
    "What kinds of things does he like in a girl?" Molly
asked.
    The question caught Beth off guard. "Well, . . . I
guess he likes girls who have the same qualities you do. He sure seems
to like you."
    Molly's face lit up. "Did he tell you that?" she
asked anxiously.
    "Well, no," Beth admitted, "but he doesn't
have to. You two are together all the time, so he must like you."
    "Hmmm," Molly said frowning. "Well, I mean,
what do you think attracts Brian? Does he like girls who are athletic, or
gorgeous, or talented—"
    "All of the above." Beth laughed.
    "Well, um, does he—" Molly stammered.
    "What?"
    "Well, what I mean is—" Molly hesitated a moment,
"do you think he prefers girls who have great—uh, bodies or superior
minds?"
    Beth smirked. "Don't all guys like great bodies?"
    Molly shrugged and started to ask something else, but just
then Brian came into the room.
    "Here you are," he said to Molly.
    She got up quickly. "Well, Beth, it was fun talking to
you." She looked at Brian. "Ready for our walk?"
    Brian nodded, and Molly tucked her arm in his and gave a
little squeeze.
    Wow, thought Beth as she watched them leave, is Molly ever
hooked!
    After they had gone, she suddenly felt lonely again. If only
her parents had let her bring a friend.
    "Hello," said a deep voice.
    Beth looked up and caught her breath. Marcel was walking
around the pool table, looking at her. And he had spoken to her.
    "Hi," said Beth. She could feel her cheeks getting
hot.
    "Was ze ski lesson today your first?" he asked.
    Beth nodded. "Yes."
    "You did very well," he responded. "Did you
enjoy it?"
    "Oh, yes. I liked it a lot. Thanks."
    "Good," Marcel said. "You'll be even better
tomorrow."
    He went back to shooting pool, and Beth sat there stunned. He
talked to me! she thought. He didn't have to , either. He was in
the middle of a game of pool!
    She didn't have time to enjoy the moment, though, because
just then Brittany, Julie, and Sarah walked in. They put their heads together
and started whispering as soon as they saw Marcel.
    Well, that's that, Beth thought with disgust. Marcel won't
be talking to me anymore, that's for sure. Brittany and her friends will
monopolize him.
    Sure enough, the three teenagers strolled over to Marcel's
pool table to watch him play. They stood so close, he had to adjust his
position to keep from hitting one