mammals, fifty species of reptiles and amphibians, and more than three hundred species of birdsâ¦?â
It was futile to wait for Christopher to stop talking; he wouldnât. Heâd prattle on and on and on, listing off one statistic after another, until I stopped him.
âThat sounds really great. Iâm glad you had fun,â I said. âIâll talk to you later, okay? I have to get to class.â
Christopher blinked at me, his expression unchanged.
âBye,â I said, moving past him.
Charlie and Finn were now well down the hallway.
âCharlie,â I called. âWait up!â
I jogged to catch up with them. And that was when it happened: I tripped. For a long, terrible moment everything seemed to unfold in slow motion. My feetâwhich had been safely on the ground a moment earlierâwere suddenly Scooby-Dooing under me. I pitched slowly forward. Up ahead, Charlie pivoted around as my voice reached her. I saw her mouth turn into an O as she watched me fall.
And just thenâjust as I was in a free fall, about to face-plant on the hard tile floorâthatâs when I saw him: Emmett Dutch. He was leaning against a locker, talking to Isaac Hanson, and looking every bit as beautiful as I remembered. The blond hair curling back from his handsome face had lightened over the summer, and he was sporting a golden tan. His sea blue eyes were vivid in his face, and his teeth flashed white as he grinned.
And then a moment later I was sprawled on the floor, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain in my wrist. Not to mention my pride. I was completely and utterly humiliated.
âMiranda, are you okay?â Charlie asked, hurrying back to help me up. Finn was a step behind her.
âNice,â he said. âA few points off for the dismount, but Iâd still give you a solid seven-point-two.â
âFinn,â Charlie hissed, elbowing him in the side.
I was too mortified to speak. My fall had not gone unnoticed. The tittering was rising up around me as though I were a one-woman comedy act.
âNot used to the gravity on this planet, Miranda?â Felicity asked sweetly as she glided by with Morgan in tow. They both sniggered.
Charlie and Finn helped me to my feet, and the whole time, all I could think was, Please donât let him have seen me, please donât let him have seen me, please please please please pleaseâ¦
But when I finally got the nerve to glance in the direction where Emmett had been standing a moment earlier, he wasnât there. Relief coursed through me.
âHe didnât see,â I breathed.
âActuallyâ¦he did,â Charlie said.
She knew exactly who I was talking about. Iâd been in love with Emmett Dutch for the past two years, and Charlieâs had to listen to me obsess over every last detail of our nonexistent relationship.
âOh, no,â I whispered. âDid he laugh? Please tell me he didnât laugh.â
This was a disaster. A complete and total disaster.
âHe didnât laugh,â Charlie said. I felt marginally better. Charlie never lies, not even to make me feel better.
âWho didnât laugh?â Finn asked. Finn was as clueless as Charlie was perceptive.
âNobody. Nothing. Never mind,â I gabbled. âCome on; letâs get to class. Weâre going to be late for astronomy.â
Chapter 5
I spent all of astronomy with my head down, reliving the fall over and over again. I tried to pry some more information out of Charlie on Emmettâs reactionâdid he smile? look concerned? disgusted? repulsed?âbut she clammed up and refused to say anything other than, âI will not enable your unhealthy obsession,â in an annoyingly superior voice. All the while Finnâwho was ignoring us while he checked his e-mail on his laptopâwould occasionally glance up with a confused expression, and say, âWho are you guys talking about?â
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