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people kissed when they weren't sure if the other person liked them as much. It was the kiss of someone who had something to prove.
    When he let go and I was left breathless and reeling, I said something stupid like "Cafeteria?"
    I could have tried to wipe his jealousy away too. All I needed to do was tell him don't worry, Robbie, I'm your girl and because he was devoted to the Interim Goddess he would accept it without question, but I didn't. I forgot to.
    That was my official story.
     

Chapter 12
     
    With the question of whether I was pregnant with a half-god baby out of the way, I got to experience my first school day as someone's girlfriend.
    It was awesome.
    You think I'd be less giddy about it, because I also knew the many ways that having a boyfriend could suck, especially when you were young, and in school, and in the middle of nowhere like us.
    What was interesting was what I discovered about myself, on this, my first day of being with a boyfriend.
    Yesterday's Hannah, Hannah Before Boyfriend, wondered why couples flaunted their togetherness too much on campus. Even with my firsthand peek into their hazy, hormone-filled thoughts, I always thought they could at least control themselves when other people were present.
    Today's Hannah, Hannah Technically With Boyfriend, couldn't care less about what you, random person, thought about her hormones. Robbie's hand on the small of my back, just that light touch, made me feel all warm and comforted inside, but jittery and electric at each point of contact. So it felt this way for everyone? No wonder they kept wanting it. It was so strange and addictive. I took his hand, and touched his fingers, and found a way to clasp them together.
    I knew it gave him the exact same feeling. I knew it. It felt great to know I was doing it right.
    So we did that in front of everyone who was on campus that morning, and that pretty much announced it—Hannah and Robbie were together.
    And I didn't care.
    He walked me to every class. And it didn't feel like he had to. I knew he wanted to. He was talking about this really bad movie he watched on TV last night, and it was a conversation that took place ten minutes at a time, between three classes. I didn't care. As soon as I got out of my classroom our hands would connect again, and by lunchtime we had a routine. Hand, kiss, breathless "hi." I liked that sequence the best.
     

     
    Later he asked me if I could have dinner at his house. Like, with his family.
    I was supposed to have dinner with Tita Carmen. At least I said so when she asked me this morning if she should make enough for both of us. As Robbie said this, I was facing my locker, deciding which books to take home, and maybe if I kept looking there, I would have told him that.
    But instead I faced him, and noticed that behind him, in the distance, on the other side of the hall, was Quin and Ms. Cabral. They both had their bags, like they were ready to go, and together they turned in the direction of the parking lot.
    "Yes," I told Robbie, with a huge smile on my face. "Yes, let's have dinner at your house."
     

     
    Majalia, Luretta, and Sheila. They were beautiful and similar, understandable because they were sisters, so I couldn't really tell them apart.
    "There's going to be a quiz," one of them said, laughing. "You should have taken notes."
    "Robbie said he had a lot of sisters," I said, to no one in particular. "Three isn't a lot."
    "Oh we're not complete yet," Majalia (maybe) said. "We're just the losers who don't have plans tonight."
    "And still live at home," Sheila (maybe) said.
    "And still live in the country," Luretta (maybe) said.
    "But we're also very , very curious, because Robbie has never brought a girl over before."
    "Never?" I acted surprised, but yes, I knew that. Nothing Robbie had ever felt for other girls matched what he felt for me.
    "I was starting to give up on that school," Majalia said, "We keep hearing about the crazy things the rich kids are doing there.