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really hoping he’s not a complete male slut like she’s making him out to be, so I asked, “So you’re saying he sleeps around a lot?”
    “Umm, I’m tempted to say yes because of how he goes through girls like they’re lined up at a revolving door for their chance with him, but I honestly don’t know if he bothers to go that far with all of them. I’d imagine he’s slept with at least a few of them though…I mean, he is a guy and he’s totally beautiful. It’s just that even though everyone in this school talks non-stop about everyone else’s business, I never hear any gossip about him pertaining specifically to sex,” she quite generously elaborated for me.
    I, Cameron Corinne Ramsey, hereby acknowledge that I’ve been properly forewarned. However, since I’m already completely infatuated, chances are this disquieting information won’t affect me in the manner it probably should, so I moved on to indulging myself in a little gossip of my own. “Okay, you’re gonna love this but you have to promise you won’t say a thing to anyone else. I’m not usually a gossipmonger or anything, but Teresa bugs the crap outta me and I’m dying to tell someone who might appreciate it.”
    “Deal. Teresa isn’t my favorite person either, but, the four of us have been good friends since elementary school and it’s tricky to stay friends with the two I do still like and not the one I don’t,” Michele told me, giving me some insight into social politics.
    I nodded, pretending I understood, and then I looked around to make sure we weren’t being overheard before quietly confiding, “I’m in Tristan’s and Jeff’s reading group during fifth period.”
    “Nu-uh! You’re a sophomore!” She exclaimed in disbelief.
    “Yeah, but I tested into junior honors English,” I admitted with a sneaky grin, like this just upped my black-ops status somehow.
    “Oh my God! That means you were there when Jeff gave Tristan Teresa’s note!! I’m guessing it didn’t have the same effect on him that she thought it would,” Michele said, catching on quickly.
    “You would be more than correct. I don’t think he even read it, but he did turn it into mulch in front of my very eyes. He also said some unkind things about her.” My mouth was barely closed before I started to feel kind of guilty for talking about someone behind their back like this. I’ve never done this before and it doesn’t exactly feel very good. But then again, this is Teresa we’re talking about here, and from what I’ve seen of her, it’s not like she’d bat an eye before gossiping about me, or, anyone else for that matter.
    “Oh, that’s priceless! I wish I could’ve been there,” she said and then sighed in disappointment.
    The bell chose that moment to announce lunch was over and the time to move on to sixth period. That would be P.E. for me. Oh goody. Michele and I shared a knowing look when the Trollop Triplets caught up to us, and then the four of them headed off to whatever class they had together. Sullenly, I made my way to the girls’ locker room to change for my mandated hour of sweating in the sun. It shouldn’t be too bad, though. The temperature is probably somewhere in the low 80°s and I’m so used to 110° weather this time of year that I actually brought a sweatshirt with me to school today just in case. Besides, my seventh period class is dance and I’m looking forward to it. If there’s one thing I enjoy and can do well, it’s dancing. And as a bonus, dance clothes are extraordinarily flattering on me, which I’d shortly come to appreciate more than I had previously.

    Without the benefit of details on the serious fashion atrocity of my new gym clothes and the debacle it was to even find a uniform for me in the first place—I mean one that didn’t look as though it was meant for Humpty Dumpty—not to mention how completely weird it is to strip down to your skivvies in front like a hundred other girls who are doing the