Sheâs twisting her hands nervously in her lap. âI donât get to see him that much.â
âThat sucks.â I canât really relate. Having my dad shipped overseas sounds fine to me. We sit there for a second, which is kind of awkward. I mean, I donât even know this girl, and sheâs crying in front of me. Iâm not exactly sure what to say, so I decide to try my hand at speaking Brookline-ese. Or, you know, whatever it would be called if Brookline had their own language. I hold up my science book. âWant to go to the library and study?â
She looks surprised. âYouâre studying now?â
âWell, yeah,â I say. âWhy not?â
âWow, you must really want to get ahead on everything,â she says. She sounds impressed. âUsually people donât start pulling all-nighters until at least the second week.â
All-nighters? Who said anything about an all-nighter? And more importantly, why would someone stay up all night
studying?
I love staying up all night, but only to watch late movies, or to do something I canât get away with during the day.
âYeah, well,â I say, hoping I sound smart, and not like I just spent the afternoon sleeping in my bed.
âLet me grab my stuff.â She scrambles out from under the steps, and returns two minutes later carrying the most enormous bookbag Iâve ever seen. Itâs red and has wheels on the bottomâit looks kind of like the suitcase my dad takes when he goes on business trips.
âWhat are all those books?â I ask her, hoping I donât sound like Iâm panicking.
âSupplementals,â she says.
âOh, right.â What are supplementals? Never heard of âem. I roll my eyes like I just forgot what supplementals were for a second. A slip of the mind, la la la. âI just havenât gotten mine yet.â
She gives me a weird look. And thatâs when I see it. The tip of
Match Me if You Can
sticking out of her bag. âHey!â I say. âYou like romance books.â
âOh, not really.â Her face flushes and she pushes the book back down, but itâs too late.
âAmber,â I say. âI know that flush. Iâve
had
that flush.â I reach into her bag and pull the book out, running my hand along the spine. âI love this one!â
âOh, me too!â she says. âHave you read the sequel?â
âNot yet.â
She pulls another book out of her bag and hands it to me. âItâs really good.â
âThanks.â I put it in my bag for later. Not that Iâm going to have too much time for pleasure reading with all this homework, not to mention my nap schedule. But still. âHey, can I ask you a question?â
âSure,â she says.
âIs Crissa always so â¦â Hmm. Whatâs the right word? Mean? Stuck-up? Conceited?
âType A?â Amber tries carefully.
âYes!â I say. âType A.â Type A is good. Very neutral-sounding.
âWell,â she says, as we wheel through the dorm and out the door toward the library. âNot really. I mean, sheâs always been super driven and all that, but this year itâs been worse.â She leans in close to me, her bag bumping me in the knee, and lowers her voice. âShe had a breakup.â
âA breakup?â I try to keep the interest out of my voiceas we walk across campus to McGinty Hall, where the library is. The airâs gotten a little cold, and I quicken my pace and keep my head down.
âYeah.â Amberâs wheelie bag bumps over the pavement, the wheels screeching as it goes. âShe was dating this guy James, from BAB, for like, all of last year. Their families are really good friends, sheâs known him since she was a little kid. And then over the summer, she breaks up with him. Supposedly she was heartbroken.â
âBAB?â Whatâs a BAB?
âBrookline
Alice Clayton
CJ Laurence
Mel Odom
Victoria Embers
Annie Proulx
Michael Abbadon
Charles Sheehan-Miles
Kelly Labonte
Camy Tang
Tawny Taylor