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way,” Mele said to me as we sat.
    I looked up to see that the freshman I tutored was dodging her way through all the popular juniors and seniors, likely to talk to me.
    Ophelia looked over her shoulder at Honua then turned to me. “There's your charity project, Dakota," she said the statement to me but looked at Auli with a poorly suppressed grin.
    Auli turned to me and said overly sweetly, "How do you stay so perfect Dakota?”
    “I eat delicious snacks. Auli, do you want my pudding? I have way too much.” I said as I pushed my tray toward her, "and don't hate because I'm a nicer person than you are, ladies.”
    "Yeah, Ophelia. Since when are you so catty?" Juliette shot at her sister, sounding seriously irritated.
    Ophelia looked to Auli in a not so disguised plea for back-up. When Auli just smirked, Ophelia said, her voice a bit whiny, "Come on. You know Honua is creepy; who is born without ears?"
    "So Ophelia, are you saying Dakota, probably the only person in our school who knows sign language, should not tutor Honua because her tragic birth defect… creeps you out? And why don't you yell it when the girl is right there." Mele said in a voice that had been known to make senior jock-stars want to curl up and cry.
    Instead of quitting when she was behind, Ophelia barreled on in a pouty tone, "Come on, it's not like she can hear me, she doesn't have ears."
    "She reads lips," I said, enunciating each word, "She just needs to see your mouth." I stood up to intercept Honua before she could reach our table.
    As I turned away, I overheard Auli say to Mele, “Remember when we went to that riding camp and…” her words drifted off as I walked away but I heard Mele’s uproarious laughter.
    Honua met me smiling. She was one of the only people in the school who looked younger than I did; her platinum hair and alabaster skin made her look like a living doll. She was beautiful, stunning even, but most people after they knew could not get past the two tiny uneven ridges of skin which were all she had for ears.
    “I have bad news,” I said and signed at the same time, actually disappointed, “I can’t tutor you after school, a family thing came up.”
    “That’s ok, I don’t really need it,” she said, her voice loud, the tone was that of someone who had never heard their own voice. Her hands moved rapidly as she signed the next part, “And you only tutor me so you can stare at Keanu.”
    My mouth dropped open indignantly. “Not true,” I signed back.
    She grinned mischievously and signed, “If eyes could make babies, you two would have little eyeballs running around right now.”
    I signed, “Okay, okay, I might have signed up for tutoring because he signed up for tutoring, yeah.”
    I said the rest, “But that’s not why I continued for the past year, and you know it. You’re one of the, maybe, five people I can stand to be around for more than ten minutes at this school.”
    She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but the smile creeping across her face told me that she knew I was telling the truth. Her eyebrows rose in an ‘oh-la-la’ gesture, and she said, “I heard something about you.”
    “That I’m awesome, I know, it’s been going around. I can’t do anything about it.” I responded nudging her.
    “No,” she signed, good naturedly rolling her eyes again, “That you went to the Midnight Club last night.”
    I was completely broadsided, so petrified the breath inside of me evaporated and I could not form any of the questions and denials that I needed to. Not that being recognized on one of my jobs wasn’t always a risk, but it was the freaks like Alana that I was afraid would be hanging around the places my grandfather sent me into. Not Honua. And I would swear that I did not see anyone I knew last night and I scanned for it, I always do.
    I just managed to shake my head at her when Keanu himself came up and slung his arm around Honua. He said, “Hello ladies,” And grinned at me. If I had