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is really mad at Wiggins for flunking her on that social studies test last week. She might have taken her wallet just to get even."
    They w ent on like that during the e ntire recess, finding reasons w hy pra ctically every girl they saw on the playground could be the thief. I was glad I was standing with them. I didn't need anyone else getting any ideas about me.
    After we got back to our room from recess and began free reading period, Randy started looking at me again. I wanted to look back at him so badly that I didn't know what to do. I tried looking at my desk, at the blackboard, at Clarence Marshall's ears, which stick out really far from the sides of his head, and even at Wiggins, but out of the corner of my eye I could see Randy. After a few minutes he got out of his seat to go to the pencil sharpener. When he came to my desk, he brushed against it. I thought I'd die. He had never brushed against my desk before. I knew he really wanted me to look at him. He probably wanted to talk to me about going out for pizza again, but I just couldn't.
    As I sat there, I got madder and madder. Why did someone have to steal W iggins's wallet in the first place? If they hadn't, and I hadn't found it and got caught by Taffy Sinclair while trying to put it back, then I could look at Randy without feeling guilty, and he could smile his 1,000-watt smile at me, and I could smile back. It wasn't fair.
    After he returned to his desk from the pencil sharpener, he didn't look at me one more time all morning. I was nervous when he was looking at me so much, but when he stopped, I got awfully depressed.
    "What's the matter, Jana?" Beth asked at lunch. She even called me by my first name, which usually meant she was worried.
    "Nothing," I said. I honestly didn't want to talk about it. Not even to my best friend.
    I nibbled on my lunch and listened to the conversations going on around me, trying to look around for Randy without anyone noticing. He was nowhere in t he cafeteria that I could see w ithout twisting all the way around to look in bac k. Then I spotted him sitting w ith Mark and Scott, his two best friends. They were three tables over from ours. He was talking to them and laughing as if he didn't have a care in the world. It was plain to see that he had already forgotten all about me.
    I trudged out to the corner of the playground with my friends a little while later and st arted working on the math homew ork for Taffy Sinclair. I hated that Ta ffy Sinclair. Everything that w as happening was all her fault. I could hardly concentrate on the problems for thinking about her.
    Just then, I felt a poke in my ribs. I looked up and Melanie was pointing toward the bicycle rack.
    "Look! There's Randy, and he's talking to Taffy Sinclair."
    I heard my pencil clunk as it fell onto my open math book. S lowly, I turned and looked tow ar d the bicycle rack. It was Randy and Taffy, all right. They were standing there talking to each other and acting as if t hey were really interested in w hat the conversation was about.
    "What do you think they're talking about?" I whispered.
    Katie tried to reassure me. "Probably not vou. Maybe they're dis cussing the weather or what they had for lunch."
    "Fat chance," I muttered. She's probably telling Randy that I'm the sixth-grade thief, and that she's some kind of heroine for catching me, but that she's too kind-hearted to turn me in."
    Nobody said anything to that. I knew they all were thinking the same thing. Everybody knows that Taffy has a crush on Randy and that she'd love to take him away from me.
    "Maybe they'll catch the real thief soon," offered Christie.
    I was glad that she was trying to make me feel better, but it was no use. There was a lump growing in my thr oat that wa s the size of a tennis ball already.
    "Maybe," I mumbled and went back to wo rking my problems. I hardly knew what I was doing, and I finished them in about half my regular time.
    When everybody else was finis hed, I started copying