11- 33

"Thirty-three percent? THIRTY-THREE PERCENT?" Archie cried as his teacher passed him his math exam.

Next to him, Atlanta whooped.

"Yes, I got eighty!" she cried happily.

Thirty-three percent...why is it that that number was following him everywhere? Odie said that there was 33 chance that Atlanta liked him back, by calculating all the close encounters.

But, judging by the look on her face now, Archie reckoned that the percentage had now become 34.