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“Me to come running after you to apologize or was I never supposed to talk to you again?”
    “I don’t know.” Sasha bit her lip and stared at my chest. “It’s not like I planned this. I just…didn’t like it.” She looked lost standing there, her shield down and her eyes avoiding mine. Me, I could’ve stood there pawing the ground in front of her, trying to figure out whether I felt angry or guilty, but the bell pealed through the hall, jolting me into action.
    “Class,” I said simply, pointing over my shoulder. I made for the doorway, resentment pumping through me as I slid into my seat. People shouldn’t be allowed to say things like that when they don’t know you. Act all disappointed like you were being a prick when you were only kidding around. People have no right.
    I was so sick of people being disappointed, you have no idea. Mom was disappointed when Dad left. Holland was disappointed when I wouldn’t blow him off. Dad was disappointed that Holland wouldn’t talk to him anymore and that I couldn’t spend more time with him over the summer. There was an ocean of disappointment flowing cold between the four of us. Sometimes I felt like it made me numb, or maybe that’s what getting older was like. Maybe pure excitement, pure happiness, and pure fear were just for kids. Maybe I was jaded.
    I spied Sasha’s head swiveling to glance back at me from her seat near the front of the class. She did it quick like she didn’t want me to see, but I felt an invisible connection all through English—like that force field from the hall had followed us into the room and wedged itself between us. I felt it the way you feel someone following you, and I knew I was right.
    I had a decision to make when the bell sounded again, and I made it fast. Sasha was on her feet already, racing towards the door. I bolted after her, determined not to lose her in the crowd. I didn’t call her name; I didn’t need to. She stopped about ten feet ahead of me and waited for me to catch up.
    “Hi,” she said. The word landed with a thud.
    “Hi,” I repeated. “Is that you actually talking to me?”
    “You’re making this awkward.” Her serious brown eyes were peering into mine this time, which was a start.
    “You started it.” The words rolled off my tongue the way they did when a pretty girl came into Sports 2 Go. But that wasn’t the right tactic to take with Sasha. Her eyes stared straight through me. Bullshit, they said. You’re so full of it, Nick. Who do you think you’re talking to? It was hard to say anything else with her performing that little invisibility trick on me. I was silent for a few seconds, looking for an angle, anticipating responses, and reviewing the past hour in my head. What was I doing here? How did this happen? “Look,” I began slowly, “I guess I know what you’re saying, okay? But I’m not really like that. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. So…” I sized up the hallway, planning my escape route. “Okay. I’m gonna go. I’ll see you around.”
    I started to swing around, to disappear for real, but Sasha grabbed my arm. Gently like. She had little girl hands, hands that could never really stop anyone from disappearing. “Wait,” she said.
    I stopped, my body half turned towards the hall. I glanced down into her eyes and I could see that she hadn’t planned that either, that she had no idea what to say next. She let go of my arm, trying to make the movement seem casual. “So what’re you doing this summer?” she asked. “Are you going away or anything?”
    I almost laughed. It was so weird, me running after her down the hall and her grabbing for my arm and trying to act like it was normal. I stole a look at Sasha’s tiny hands. Her nails were cut real short, neat and functional. She wasn’t trying to impress anybody with those nails, that was for sure. Dani painted her nails all the time, her toes too. She had this super-sexy belly-button ring that her mom