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The question is, would it be insight I want? Or is Roxana hopelessly in love with some jocky senior football player I could never be?
    â€œJust don’t forget,” Roxana tells Felicia with a gleam in her eye, “there are also plenty of regular guys in spandex too. In fact, the ratio of hot to nonhot bodies in tight clothing might not be what the superhero movie industry has led you to believe.” She plops the rest of her feta and cucumber pita sandwich in her mouth and grins at me.
    â€œTrue,” I say, smiling back at her. “Think more Chris Pratt and Seth Rogen before the personal trainers.” I’m being paranoid. There’s no way this girl is crushing on a high school cliché. I know this girl. And now a tiny piece of feta cheese is stuck at the corner of her mouth and I desperately want to reach over and brush it off.
    But Felicia beats me to it by indicating the corner of her own mouth to Roxy. “Fair enough,” she says. “But one thing’s for sure, I am not missing out on Roxana Afsari’s Day Off.”
    Roxana looks nervous but retorts with, “Well, now I know not to take my father’s 1961 Ferrari, then.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about? We’ll just run it in reverse to get the speedometer to turn back,” I say.
    â€œAnd hijinks will be sure to ensue.” She crumples up her sandwich’s tin foil and stares at it before looking back up at us. “Seriously, though, guys. Getting caught cutting and lying is not an option.”
    Felicia rolls her eyes. “We know. Relax.” She elegantly places a cherrytomato into her mouth, chewing and swallowing it before continuing. “Graham would never let you get in trouble, so if he’s planning it out, you know you’re good.”
    Huh.
    Felicia isn’t looking at me, and she doesn’t act like what she said means anything earth-shattering. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little flattered that she thinks that highly of me. Maybe she does know something that Roxy told her in confidence . . . and maybe it’s something in my favor after all.

Chapter 4
Geeks
in
New
York
    THE GOOD THING ABOUT HAVING an OG for a dad is that not only will he allow you to take a day off from school to attend NYCC, but he’ll even drop you off at the train station the day before to go spend your night standing on a line. Lauren may raise an eyebrow as she sees me and my enormous backpack standing in the front hallway at 7 p.m., but even she doesn’t say anything except to “be careful.” Callie tells me to try and avoid being trampled by a nerd stampede, but I doubt she’d be too concerned were that to actually happen. Drew just blinks blankly at me and then dismisses me from his mind as he goes backto texting what is likely some grammatical atrocity to his girlfriend.
    Casey’s parents are pretty hands-off when it comes to this sort of stuff, probably because they know their son is way more anal about his schoolwork than even they would be. I know he’s prepared as much as possible for his day off from school by speaking to all of his teachers and getting his homework done ahead of time. Which is why I can’t figure out why he seems so distracted on the car ride to the station. He barely says two words to me or to my dad, even after Dad asks him if he’d mind getting Peter Mayhew’s autograph on his behalf. Dad ends up giving me the cash for the autograph, along with the photo he wants signed: a two-shot of Chewbacca and Han Solo.
    We buy our tickets, board the LIRR, and sit at the end of the car where the red and blue seats face each other. We’re going against the rush-hour crowd, most of whom are heading home from their city jobs, so the train is pretty empty. I wait until we’ve passed a few stops before I hand the Mayhew photo over to Casey and finally break the silence. “So, what’s up,