I was freaked out. There was a dance on Friday! Dances make me feel self-conscious. Especially this time. This time I like someone. Chase.

Angie has her eyes set on this kid named Matt.

"Go on. If you like him, just ask him to the dance!" I commanded Angie. We were having breakfast.

"Oh, all right. Wish me luck!" she said, getting up. I answered her by crossing my fingers. She smiled and walked over to Matt.

The only problem was that Nicole was doing the same exact thing.

"Hey, Matt," said Angie and Nicole at the same time. They looked at each other. Then they looked at Matt. Then they glared at each other.

"Uh, Matt? I need to ask you a question," said Angie.

"Me too!" said Nicole. I closed my eyes. This could get ugly.

"Angie, just leave it," I whispered to Angie, pretending to be getting my dropped pencil on the floor. She shook her head.

"I asked first!" yelled Angie.

"Well, too bad!" answered Nicole. Matt seemed to be enjoying this.

Ring!

Time for class. I pulled Angie away. Zoey, a blonde girl from my class, did the same to Nicole. Matt whispered something to his friend and they erupted in laughter. I glared at him. What was he up to?

"C'mon, Angie. Time for class," I said to her. She narrowed her eyes at Nicole, who did the same thing to her.

"Just forget it," I said. Angie's eyes seemed to turn red with anger.

"No way! That Nicole is not gonna take Matt before I do!" she screamed. I felt nervous.

What was going to happen?

I walked into class and saw that - I was late!

"Please take a seat, Ms. Sanders," said the teacher. I swallowed. I didn't want to look like a fool on my third day here! But the only seat left was next to Chase.

"Ms. Sanders?" asked the teacher. I swallowed again and took my seat next to Chase. He smiled at me and my face flushed a bright red.

Class seemed to go on forever. Whenever I took notes, my elbow bumped against Chase's. Although he didn't seem to notice it, my cheeks turned red whenever it happened. And it happened a lot. Angie spent the whole class glaring at Nicole. Matt spent the whole class watching Nicole and Angie glare at each other. Michael spent the whole class staring at all of the girls in the class. Maybe he was deciding who to ask to the dance.

At the end of class, I asked this girl for directions. She had long brown hair in braids. She didn't answer me, but instead asked me a question:

"You have the exact same eyes as your brother, Danny! And the length of your earlobes are very similar. That could only mean one thing: you're his sister! Aren't you?"

"Uh, yes. But can you tell how to get to - "

"Your related to Danny! Oh, my god! Danny! Danny!"

"Uh, I'll ask someone else," I said, running away from the girl.