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she and Chris pick the rest of the teams.
    The game starts and yes, I still really suck at team sports. No matter how hard I try, I keep missing the ball when I’m up to kick. But it doesn’t matter. Now that Missy has given me her Barbie nod of approval, everyone is being nicer to me. Even Coach Brown. He says the other team is rolling me bad balls and tells me to take first base. My first time getting on a base! Some of the girls on the other team even clap for me to show good sportsmanship. And they tell Jason Jennings, the guy throwing for Chris’s team, to work on his throws. He glares at them and mumbles some curse words. Chris gives me an impressed look. I can tell he doesn’t get what’s happening, but whatever it is, it’s turning him on.
    Our team wins 5-4, with one of those points being mine. I’m feeling a bit giddy as I head toward the locker room to change back into my school clothes.
    “Hey, Brooke, wait up,” Missy says.
    I stop and wait for Missy to join me. A few of the other girls see me waiting for her and give me jealous looks. I love it.
    “Hey,” I say as she reaches me and we walk slowly toward the locker room. “Thanks for picking me today. That was fun.”
    “Don’t mention it,” she says with a shrug. “We have to stick together, right?”
    I nod in agreement.
    Missy looks around quickly to make sure no one can hear us and then says in a lowered voice, “So, how are you doing with all of the BSC stuff?”
    “Um…okay. I guess,” I say, happy that finally someone from the club is willing to talk to me about it.
    “I know it is a bit rough when you first join,” she says wisely. “It takes a little getting used to.”
    “How long have you been in it?” I ask.
    “Oh, since freshman year.”
    “Freshman year!? So it has been going on for three years?” I say, doing the math.
    “Four, actually,” she replies. “Cassie and Caitlyn started it when they were freshman. It’s totally huge. But that’s a good thing. Gives us more variety.”
    “Wow. Do you mind if I ask you a question?” I venture, since Missy has been so sweet and open thus far.
    “Sure,” she says, stopping us outside of the locker room so we can talk privately.
    I lean against the concrete wall. “Here’s the thing. How do you deal with other girls dating your boyfriend? When I first signed up I thought oh, it is just some harmless flirting. But, well, it’s kinda sucky to see Chris with another girl.”
    “You mean Cassie?” she says.
    I nod.
    “Don’t worry, you’ll get through it. You have to like, think of the long haul. Chris is right now but BSC is for life.”
    My eyes get huge as I picture BSC members still following me fifteen years from now with a husband and a baby and some blond BSC member stopping by the house to flirt with my man while I’m changing a diaper.
    “Relax,” Missy says with a laugh, as if she can read my mind. “I mean high school life. Not forever life.”
    Phew.
    “I hear what you’re saying.” I sigh. “It’s just that Chris is special. I love him.”
    “That’s your first mistake.” Missy looks around to make sure no one is listening. “And don’t let anyone hear you say that. Rule #4 is to never fall in love with any guy in the swap.”
    “But I was already in love with Chris when I joined,” I protest, hoping for some kind of Grandfather Clause.
    Missy shakes her head. “Hmm. That’s a tough one. You’ll have to work it out. Come on, let’s change and get to lunch. Do you want to sit at my table today?”
    Do I? Heck yes!
     

Chapter 8: Sex, Sex, Sex
    It’s 7 p.m. and I’m waiting for Chris to pick me up. I hope he hurries since I can only stay out until 10 on school nights. The doorbell rings and Mom gets to the door first.
    “Hi, Chris,” she says, drying her hands on a dish towel. “Are you hungry? Do you want a sandwich or something?” I swear my mom is on a one-woman Feed the World campaign. No one leaves the Thomas’ house without