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walking. My eyes glide over hockey, tennis, rowing—
    Wait. Is that … Logan?
    I take a few steps closer to the busy rowing club table. “Logan?” The laughing guy with the blond hair and the arms and shoulders that are way bigger than the last time I saw them looks up. His eyes travel over me, and when they’re done, he looks almost as shocked as Adam did this morning.
    He stands up and comes towards me. “Livi?”
    I cross my arms. “Oh, you remember me?”
    “Livi, what do you mean? Of course I—”
    “You haven’t replied to a single email, text or Facebook message I’ve sent you over the past year. And you haven’t spoken to Adam or Sarah either. What happened? You got here and we were no longer good enough for you?”
    “Liv, come on.” He reaches out and runs his hand down my arm. He smiles, but I can see the uneasiness—the guilt—in his eyes. “My life is insanely busy here. I’m involved in everything. Res and sports and committees, and then having to study to pass all my courses on top of that. I didn’t forget about you guys, I just haven’t had time to—”
    “Oh, yeah, no time.” I nod. “I’ve seen the pictures on Facebook. I can understand why you’d have no time for us with all those parties you go to.”
    “Liv, that’s not what I meant.”
    “Look, I get it, okay? Being involved in everything. I mean, I want that too. I want to be the life of the party, not standing on the outside wondering where my invitation is. It just would have been nice if you hadn’t ignored your old friends while meeting all your new ones.”
    Logan looks at his shoes. “I know. I’m sorry.” He glances up. “Do you forgive me?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Will it help if I tell you that you’re looking amazing?”
    “Only if you mean it.”
    Pretending to look offended, he says, “Of course I mean it.”
    I relent and give him a small smile. “Thanks.”
    “Hey, Logan, get over here.” Logan looks over his shoulder to where the other guy behind the table is attempting to deal with a large group of people who all seem to want to know about the rowing club.
    “I gotta go,” Logan says, “but it was awesome to see you, Liv.” He gives me a quick hug. “And hey,” he adds. “You don’t have to worry about being on the outside anymore. I’ll make sure you get an invitation to anything you want.”
    I watch him as he gets back to promoting the rowing club, grinning widely, slapping guys on the shoulder, laughing at jokes I can’t hear. My smile slips. Logan may have apologised for ignoring me and promised to get me into any party I want, but I won’t delude myself into thinking we’re actually friends anymore. Perhaps we could be, if I worked really hard at it, but I can tell it won’t come from his side.
    I turn away as I remember I’m supposed to be looking for food. I need to rest my feet for a moment, though. I’d never admit it to Adam, but these shoes are killing me. I head towards Jammie steps to sit down—I’ll have to do some strategic placing of my bag so no one can see up my dress—but before I get there, a group of girls wave to me and call me over. I hesitate, my insecure side telling me they can’t possibly be waving to me, but after a quick glance over each shoulder, I walk towards them. They’re the same four girls, I realise as I get closer, that I wanted to introduce myself to earlier.
    “Hey,” one of them says with a wide smile on her pink-glossed lips. She twists a strand of golden blonde hair around her finger. “Do you know Logan Richmond?”
    That’s what they called me over here for? “Um, yeah. We were at school together.”
    “Oh my Gucci!” she squeals. “So you, like, know him know him.”
    “Um …” All I can think of is the Biblical sense of knowing someone, and I’m pretty sure—at least, I hope —that’s not what she means. “Yes, well, we were really good friends, if that’s what you mean.” I don’t add that we are no longer good