第27部分(第2/8 頁)

Basket　Boys

The　Monday　after　the　Loskis'　dinner　party；　Darla　tracked　me　down　at　school　and　forced

Bryce　Loski　back　into　my　brain。　“Jules！　Whoa；　girl；　wait　up！

How　have　you　been？”

“I'm　fine；　Darla；　how　are　you？”

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“No；　seriously；”　she　whispered。　“Are　you　doing　okay？”　She　shifted　her　backpack　and　looked

over　each　shoulder。　“I　got　to　thinking；　you　know；　that

was　just　so　cold　of　Bryce。　Especially　since　you've　got　that　soft　spot　for　him。”

“Who　told　you　that？”

“Like　I　haven't　got　eyes？　e　on；　girl。　It's　a　given。　Which　is　why　I　got　to　worryin'　about　you。

Are　you　seriously　all　right？”

“Yes；　I　am。　But　thanks　for　thinking　about　me。”　I　eyed　her　and　said；　“And　Darla？　It's　not　a

given　anymore。”

She　laughed。　“How　long's　this　diet　gonna　last？”

“It's　not　a　diet。　I've　just；　uh；　lost　my　taste　for　him。”

She　looked　at　me　skeptically。　“Uh…huh。”

“Well；　I　have。　But　thanks　for；　you　know；　caring。”

All　through　first　period　I　was　still　feeling　strong　and　right　and　certain；　but　then　Mrs。　Simmons

ended　the　lesson　a　full　fifteen　minutes　early　and　said；

“Clear　your　desks　of　everything　but　a　pen　or　pencil。”

“What？”　everyone　cried；　and　believe　me—I　was　right　along　with　them。　I　was　not　prepared　for

a　quiz！

“Everything！”　she　said。　“e　on；　you're　wasting　valuable　time。”

The　room　filled　with　grumbles　and　the　sound　of　shuffling　binders；