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said if she changed it for us, she’d have to do it for everyone.” I gave a casual yawn and hoped he didn’t try and ask her himself.
    “What a bitch. You should have dumped that in your locker,” he said, gesturing to my bag as we made our way into the line.
    I shrugged and gripped the bag tighter. Typically, I avoided eating in the cafeteria. It was like a wading pool of emotional problems where everyone congregated. Dylan and I had our favorite spot to sit under one of the trees in the back courtyard and the endless space allowed me to feel more of myself. But being alone with Dylan outside wasn’t any more appealing than the crowded lunchroom. I glanced around, trying to avoid his gaze and my eyes stopped on Micah. He sat at a back table with a couple other kids. “I’m going to talk to Micah. We didn’t set up a time to meet.”
    “What the hell?! Can’t you just eat lunch with me?” Anger sparked his words and I shifted a step away from him. He stomped off and my body sagged in relief. The mood swings were always the hardest to prepare for.
    I placed a ham sandwich and apple on my tray, punched in my lunch number, and headed straight for Micah. I didn’t really want to talk with him again, but if Dylan saw that I wasn’t it would only cause a bigger problem.
    Sliding onto the bench across from Micah, I gave my brightest smile. “Hi.”
    He glared at me over the top of the book he was holding before going back to reading. So, that’s how he was going to be.
    “I was thinking about the character interview and it’s a good choice.” I tried for a friendly tone. Maybe he thought I was bitchy like Chloe and Phoebe had a tendency to be.
    Silence. He didn’t even seem to hear me, but I could feel the annoyance rolling off of him.
    “You mentioned filming it. Do you know any of the film students? My sister’s boyfriend, Nathan, is in that class. Maybe he could do it for us.”
    No response. He was ignoring me. He wasn’t even pretending to listen.
    “So, we didn’t set up a time to work on our project. I thought after school today would be a good time to start.” Another yawn took over me and this time I didn’t mind, because it brought his head up from his book.
    “Look, Liz-”
    “Lily.”
    “Lily. I don’t care if you know one of the film students, or if you suddenly love my choice of projects. It’s real cute that you think you can help, but I don’t need you dragging down my GPA. Just show up in class and I’ll tell you what to do.”
    Okay, I was officially offended. It was something I tried to avoid, because I could usually tell the other person was just being overly emotional. But Micah was entirely flat, as if he didn’t feel anything other than annoyance from my presence at his table.
    “I’m not stupid, you know,” I said, finally finding my voice to defend myself.
    “Sure. Whatever.” He turned back to his book.
    I felt like I was ten again and Phoebe had just told me I was the ugly sister.
    “Why are you being so rude to me? Why don’t you like me?” Well, that came out completely pathetic.
    He sighed and put his book down. “I don’t dislike you. I just hate getting stuck with lazy partners.”
    “You haven’t even given me a chance to do anything!”
    “I don’t need to give you a chance. I know you.”
    “You don’t know me! Today is the first time we’ve even talked.”
    “I have three classes with you and it’s the same in each one. You’re completely spaced, half asleep, and your sisters are always lending you their notes.”
    I wanted to yell that I was exhausted because Dylan kept sucking all of my energy out, that I was spaced because I was trying to figure out what was happening to Dylan. Instead all I said was, “They borrow my notes.”
    “Lily,” Dylan’s voice came from behind me and Micah and I both looked up at him. “I’m sorry about storming off. I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
    “It’s okay,” I said, my fingers