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I’m doing here?’ but instead, he countered with, “I could ask you the very same question.”
     
     
    I let the list dangle from my right hand until he realized what it was.
     
     
    He raised his eyebrows and leaned against the railing.
     
     
    “What’s with the face?” I questioned, annoyed and slightly uncomfortable being in his presence unsupervised.
     
     
    “Nothing. I’m just… surprised that you’re studying so hard for one little test.”
     
     
    “It may be one little test to you, Fox, but to me it’s the first grade that goes down on my first quarter report card, and I want it to be high. It’s important to me,” I said, feeling the need to defend myself. Being here on scholarship meant I needed to maintain a high GPA.
     
     
    “Yeah, important enough to ruin any chances you have of having a life,” he remarked.
     
     
    “You g oing to continue insulting me? Because if my not-having-a-life bothers you so much, you can forget about the tutoring,” I warned him, giving him my best intimidating look and then go back to studying. “It’s contagious, you know. You’ll start studying every chance you get, and that would be horrible for your reputation, Fox. Horrible.”
     
     
    He held his hands up in surrender, “Ok, ok. I guess it’s a touchy subject.”
     
     
    “It’s not a touchy subject,” I snapped, “All I’m saying is that you’re rude.”
     
     
    We both turned to look at the Mercedes that had pulled up in front of us . The driver was honking the horn and blasting music. Completely obnoxious. The passenger’s tinted window rolled down.
     
     
    “Sup, Fox,” Nick asked, completely ignoring me.
     
     
    Fox nodded in his direction, and then at Justin behind the wheel. Evidently he was too cool to even greet them properly.
     
     
    I got up and brushed my skirt off, taking the last few steps toward the front doors.
     
     
    I heard Nick ask, “Who’s the reject?” and I stuck around behind the doorway long enough to hear Fox’s reply.
     
     
    “She’s the new girl,” he muttered.
     
     
    Is that my official title now? ‘New girl’?
     
     
    “Nice. The naïve ones are always fun,” Justin commented.
     
     
    Naïve?
     
     
    “Yeah, hey man, I’ll see you later,” Fox said, and I heard him approaching.
     
     
    Uh oh.
     
     
    Before I had the chance to take cover, he spotted me and gave me a disapproving look.
     
     
    I had no choice but to call him out.
     
     
    “You give any of your buddies the wrong idea and I swear, the girl’s bathroom will be buzzing by lunch time,” I told him, and hurried off before he could scold my eavesdropping ways.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    I was sitting in my seat, tapping my pen rhythmically against the desk. Class would start in a minute.
     
     
    “You really shouldn’t eavesdrop, Em, it’s a horrid habit,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning against his desk.
     
     
    “Yeah, well I’m not naïve,” I said over my shoulder.
     
     
    “You’ve certainly demonstrated that ,” he said sarcastically.
     
     
    Mrs. Sawyer started walking around, telling us to clear our desks as she explained the test format. I couldn’t let him get the last word, for such an allowance would only add to his swollen pride. But, unfortunately, I had nothi ng to say.
     
     
    I turned my head, preparing myself for a spontaneous comeback.
     
     
    “Ms. Price, I’m handing the exam out now. Face forward,” Sawyer said sternly, staring me down.
     
     
    I turned back around, letting my hair fall around my face as my cheeks grew rosy.
     
     
    It turned out that the test was all about sentence use, and how to use the SAT words properly and determine their definitions based on context clues.
     
     
    A little less confident than I would rather have been, I walked up to the front of the room and placed my test on Mrs. Sawyer’s desk. I was one of the last ones to finish, having triple-checked all my answers.
     
     
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