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if
he could. However, that would never happen in a million years.
Well, maybe in his dreams. Eugene Sherman was a sweet, yet dorky
guy who would probably be decent looking if he actually had
something resembling a hair style, and didn’t wear his pants so
high. Poor Eugene, he’s had a massive crush on Amber since the
third grade. However, she can’t stand him, and avoids him like the
plague. She said that she wouldn’t touch him, if he was the last
man on earth. But if he really were the last man on earth, she
couldn’t be so picky, because the survival of our species would be
up to her. I heard that Eugene had snuck a heart invitation in
Amber’s locker, and she tore it up in front of him. The poor boy
must have been heartbroken. What an ice queen.
    Amber overhead me talking
to Liz about him one day, and then walked up to me, and told me in
front of everyone that I was crazy to think that someone like him
would ever look twice at me. She said that I was pathetic and sad.
When she said such hurtful things to my face, I felt the tears
burning my eyes as they welled up to reveal my pain. I quickly ran
into the ladies room so that she wouldn’t see me cry. Liz followed
me and said that Amber was a sad person who had to make other
people feel bad in order to make herself look and feel
better.
    Amber was the type of
plastic girl who was beautiful on the outside, but her beauty was
superficial, because she was ugly on the inside. She probably
looked like a troll on the inside. I wish that I could turn her
inside out. Her name suited her perfectly because she had long,
thick auburn hair. She was curvy and had full lips that made the
guys in our school stare at her constantly. She wore a lot of
make-up to school, so she looked older than the other girls in our
grade.
    I was in the bathroom a
few weeks ago, and Amber and her friends came in talking, so I
stayed in the cubicle and listened. I heard her telling them that
she wears a size 34C bra. I only wear a 34A, but my mom says that
maybe I’m a “late bloomer.” Whatever that means, I hope she’s
right.
    “ Hey Phoebes, happy
Valentine’s Day, I like how you’re getting into the spirit of the
day,” Liz said gesturing to my red tank top when I met her in the
hallway.
    “ I thought I’d try. But I
don’t think that it’s going to be a very happy day, because I don’t
have a Valentine.”
    “ What about
Ben?”
    “ He doesn’t count because
we’re just friends.”
    “ I don’t think that he
thinks of you as a friend anymore.”
    “ You mean he doesn’t want
to be friends with me anymore?”
    “ Phoebe, no, I don’t mean
that. I mean, I think that he likes you as more than a
friend.”
    “ I’m like his sister. We
used to run under the sprinklers naked together when we were six,
how could he suddenly like me ‘like that?’”
    “ It is, as they say,
chemistry,” she said with a flourish of her hand.
    “ Don’t
start,” I rolled my eyes. “Speaking
of chemistry, like I said, I seriously doubt that Chase would eat
the chocolates containing the love potion, and even if he did, I
don’t think that it would work. Love potions are probably just a
bunch of nonsense.”
    “ Don’t be so negative,
aren’t you a big believer in the Law of Attraction?”
    “ Well, yes. It’s just that
love potions seem like a bunch of hocus pocus.”
    “ Don’t be so sure,” she
said, pointing to my locker.
    I followed Liz’s gaze to what I was
sure was the wrong locker, and gasped.
    I wanted to rub my eyes because I
couldn’t believe what I saw. There were about a dozen red
heart-shaped balloons taped to my locker. I opened it to get my
books and inside, there was a gold charm bracelet with little heart
charms, and a Valentine’s card.
    “ There’s a card, what does
it say?” Liz asked curiously.
    “ It’s signed ‘love your
secret admirer.’ Ben must have completely lost it, or he’s playing
a practical joke on me. The bracelet has got to be a fake,”