Pink & Green is the New Black by Lisa Greenwald Page B

nice.
    â€œHave you lived here your whole life?” he asks me.
    â€œYup. I think it’s the best town in the world. You’ll like it. Just wait until summer—that’s when it’s really the best.”
    â€œReally?” he asks, and we make eye contact. His eyes are green with little brown specks. It almost looks like someone painted them that way.
    â€œYeah. Definitely. And it’s hard to tell how great a place is in the winter. I mean, I know you moved in September, but still. You need to see Old Mill in the summer to really appreciate it.”
    â€œOkay, I can’t wait.”
    We get in line at Hotdogger & Co., and Evan starts to tell Travis and Gavin all about the hot-dog-eating contest last summer.
    â€œIt was crazy,” he says. “You would not believe how many hot dogs Lucy ate.”
    â€œHow many?” Travis asks me.
    â€œLike, fifteen, maybe?” I say, half-embarrassed, half-proud.
    He high-fives me. “That’s insanely awesome.”
    This Travis kid is growing on me. And even though it’s only been a few hours, I can totally tell the twins apart now.
    We stay at the mall until five in the afternoon, and then Sunny’s mom calls and says she has to pick us up because they have dinner plans.
    â€œWe gotta go,” Sunny tells the boys. “My parents are going out tonight, so this is our only ride.”
    â€œOh, party at Sunny’s house!” Gavin says. I’m getting the feeling that he may be the wilder one of the two.
    â€œNah, not tonight.” Sunny smiles. “I’ll keep it in mind for another night, though.”
    I can’t imagine Sunny throwing a party. Maybe Yamir. But Sunny, no.
    We’re waiting for Sunny’s mom to pick us up, and the boys are waiting for Evan’s mom. This weekend was not at all what I expected when school ended on Friday. I don’t know what I expected exactly, but it wasn’t this. Erica and Zoe at the spa, an impromptu sleepover at Sunny’s, a middle-of-the-night talk with Yamir, and then a mall day with a new boy who may have a crush on me.
    I know I’m going to have trouble falling asleep again tonight.

Lucy’s tip for surviving eighth grade:
    Be polite even when you don’t feel like it.
    Mrs. Deleccio finds me as soon as I get to school Monday morning.
    â€œLucy, the school board tells me they’ll have a final decision this afternoon. They’d like all of you to meet with them at 3:45 in the school library. Can you do that?”
    I run over my schedule in my head; I don’t have anything going on. “Sure. I think so.”
    â€œOkay, great. I’ll try to tell the others, but if you see them before I do, please let them know.”
    â€œOkay, thanks.”
    She caught me off guard, and I had to think for a minute to figure out what decision she was talking about. But of course this is the big moment for our green cafeteria plan! Now I have to get through the rest of the day wondering what the decision is going to be.
    If it was bad news, they probably wouldn’t want to meet with us. They’d just e-mail or something. But if it was good news, would they really need a meeting? They could just say that everything looks perfect, and we could move on from there.
    I have no idea what the decision will be.
    And I won’t see Sunny until third period. Today is a gym day, so our regular schedule is different. We’re not in the same gym class. And I have band and she has orchestra.
    I walk into the band room, and Travis is the first person I see.
    I had fun with him Saturday, but Sunny’s comment about his crush on me is irking me a bit. I mean, I don’t even know if it’s true. But if it is true, I don’t know what to do about it. I still like Yamir. He drives me totally crazy, but he’s Yamir. He’s in a class of his own. I can’t abandon all hope that things will work out between us.
    â€œHi,