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He did call. He waited a day and then called me last night. I asked my mother to take a message. It didn’t matter—he found me at lunch today anyway.
“Hey.”
Amanda kicked me under the table. “Hey,” she answered Greg.
Jordan shook his hand. I just don’t get that. Girls never shake hands.
“Hey, Cat,” Greg said.
I gave him a quick nod and pulled out my chemistry notes from this morning. My face felt hot. My pulse decided to skip around.
I never talk to guys. Other than Jordan, I never have to.
“Have a seat,” Jordan said, and I shot him a look, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“I didn’t know you had this lunch,” Amanda said.
“I usually go off campus,” Greg said. “But now that I know you guys are hanging out ... ”
Amanda kicked me again. I pretended to read my notes.
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