I looked past Crushy to the “cool” part of the cafeteria, where a bunch of senior girls from the varsity lacrosse team were eating. The other girls at the lunch table stared at me, and I clenched and unclenched my hands under the table, trying to think of the right thing to say. I had no idea what her name actually was, but I had been calling her “Crushy” in my head because that’s all she ever talked about - who had crushes on whom, and who knew about them. “So who do you like, Keena?” The girl asking me took a sip of her Diet Snapple and quirked up one side of her mouth. Does that remind you of a certain 2004 movie? Then suddenly, when she was 14, she went to high school in Philadelphia. Keena Roberts had gone to school occasionally, but had spent most of her time with her parents researching the social life of baboons in Botswana.
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