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I went through two more classes, but didn't learn anything. The only thing on my mind was Selena. We usually met in the cafeteria at lunch.

Right as I was about to leave to go there, two girls talking loudly were walking past

"So, my Art History thing was a page and a half long-"

"Who did you do yours on?"

"Mona Lisa."

When I overheard the girls who were walking past say that, I stopped in my tracks and groaned.

We were supposed to do a write about our favorite painting or work of art and what it meant to us.

The girls were looking at me now.

"I forgot to do mine," I explained.

They looked at each other and giggled, then back at me.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you staring was rude?" I snapped.

They looked a little taken aback and hurried along their way, probably whispering about me.

I sighed. Normally I wouldn't have so rash, but the art history bio- or in my case, lack there of- was stressing me out. I had lunch now, so I guess I could spend it in the library working on it.

In thirty minutes, I had finished writing about Velázquez's 'Las Meninas.'

"Hello."

I looked up to see Nick hovering over the table I was working at.

"Hi."

"Demi, I need a favor."

Nick's face was serious.

"What's up?"

He sat down.

"Can you… well, do think…"

"I don't have all day, Nick."

"Do you think Selena likes me?" Nick said in a rush. It took a moment for his words to sink in- when it did, it was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on me. I tried to cover my distress.

"Someone has a crush on little Miss Selena?"

"Come on, Demi."

"And you need my help?" I asked loftily. I was trying to hide the panic in my stomach- there was no way in hell I could let Nick take Selena.

"Yeah," Nick surrendered. "It's just… her eyes. Did you know they're hazel."

Brown.

Selena's eyes were brown.

"Did you know she likes Goobers, too? Everyone else thinks they're gross."

She may like Goobers, but gummy worms are her favorite.

"She says her family goes to Princeton games. Maybe we could go together."

Selena hates Princeton, but her parents are still pressuring her to go.

Nick knows nothing about Selena. She deserves someone who understands her and actually knows what she likes… someone like me.

"So, do you think she'd say yes?"

I snapped out of my trance. "Yes to what?"

"To me asking her out!" Nick said exasperatedly, probably louder than he meant to.

"Um, maybe. I'll ask her."

"No! If she doesn't like me-"

"Don't worry, I'll be super subtle. You know that's how I work," I said, standing up. I had to get away to think.

As I gathered up my books, I swear I heard Nick mumble, "Yeah, yeah."

He has no idea how I plan to work.

I bustled out of the library. First things first, I needed to get rid of these books. The hallway was completely deserted when I dumped them in my locker.

"Demi?"

I turned to see Selena smiling hesitantly a row of lockers down.

"Hey," I greeted. I couldn't help it, I broke out into a grin. My headache had disappeared.

"Why weren't you at lunch?"

"I had to finish some history homework. And I had a headache- but I'm better now."

"I'm glad," Selena smiled. That was not just an ordinary smile- it was a smile that made me feel like she saved it especially for me. "Hey, are you hungry?"

Selena lifted a hand. For the first time I noticed she held a sandwich. "I grabbed this for you, just in case."

I was actually was starving. "Yeah, thanks." I opened the wrapper. "You're a superstar."

I bit into the sandwich, trying not to look sloppy.

"Not to mention your musical soul mate," Selena teased, poking me slightly.

"True. Hey, let's get to Art History early."

"Absolutely," Selena said with that same dazzling smile and grabbed a notebook out of her locker. "Shall we?" She held out her elbow.

I linked my arm through hers after grabbing my sketchbook and my notebook. "We shall."

We walked along like that, arm in arm. It felt to good to have her close to me.

On a trip of spontaneity, I asked, "Do you like barbeque?"

"Like? Try love."

My hopes were raised.

"What about music?"

"The world would be totally corrupted without it."

"Well, then, do you want to go with me and my family to this festival on Friday and Saturday? It's an hour away so we spend the night there-"

"Sure, that sounds fun."

"Great. We're going to leave on Friday," I informed her. I was elated.

"You're sure your parents won't mind?"

"Are you kidding? My mom's going to be overjoyed I'm bringing one of my 'little friends.'"

Selena giggled. "I didn't think any moms actually said that."

"Well, then you're in for an amusing weekend."

When we reached the vacant art room, Selena was telling me about her trip to Mexico.

"We were just walking around when I saw these women weaving on a loom; it looked like a rug. The colors were so bright and it was just so incredible-"

Her eyes were sparkling and her voice was completely captivating. She waved her hands around, saying how she had actually stopped to watch them, almost losing her parents in the hustle and bustle. Selena's description made you feel like you were there in the streets of some city in Mexico, the sweat and the heat and the people surrounding you like a hazy dream.

I stared at her in wonder with a smile on my lips.

"You should write a book."

She looked at me. "Sorry, am I talking to much? I tend to-"

"No, no," I said hastily. "It was perfect. You just describe things… perfectly."

I heard someone giggle at the doorway. My head snapped to the side to see Miley and Nick entering.

My guess was Miley had been watching us for a while.

"Hey," I said cheerily, despite the fact they had taken away Selena's and my privacy.

"Oh my gosh," Selena said, slapping a hand to her forehead.

"What?" I asked instantly.

"I'm am such a mental klutz, I forgot my paper thing we had to do in my locker-"

"I'll go with you to get it," Nick said, pouncing on the opportunity. I frowned a little before regaining my composure.

"That's okay. I think I can handle it," Selena said, smiling at him, then winking at me. I was pretty sure I was the only one who saw it… and I was pretty sure it made me glad I was sitting down.

"But what if… a bully jumps out and… steals your lunch money?"

'Give it a rest Nick', I thought vehemently at him.

"I've already eaten lunch," Selena said coolly, already half out the door. "Thanks though!"

"Now, Nick, are you saying you would leave poor Selena and I defenseless if that bully barged in here, would you?" Miley said coyly.

"No, of course not!"

Even if they were broken up, Miley still knew how to press his buttons.

I gazed at Selena's back as she left with a light smile. Trying not to look starry-eyed, I turned to face Miley.

She had leaned on my table and was grinning a little too cockily for my tastes.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"It's obviously something."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do," I said impatiently.

Miley smirked at me and said, "You are so in love with her."

"Shut up!" I hissed, looking around the room for Nick. He was obliviously looking for something in the supply closet. "No I'm not!"

Miley pounded her fist on the table, startling me. "Yes, you are, you little liar!"

Nick definitely heard that and turned around to look at us.

"Um, it's nothing, Nicky dearest. Go back to whatever you were doing," Miley said sweetly.

My mouth was still hanging open in shock from her outburst. I was one-third annoyed, one-third curious, and one-third amused.

"Selena, I've seen you two argue one minute and be cracking up the next, you act like you've known each other your entire lives, you never let anyone say a bad word about the other, you look at her constantly, you're attached at the hip-"

"Okay, I get it," I said begrudgingly.

I glanced at the door to see Selena's head peeping in. There was no way she had time to go back to the hall, get her paper, and come back here.

My stomach was in a whirl. Was there any way she could have heard what we were saying? No, of course not. But what if… no! I shook that terrifying thought away.

We made eye contact and she brought the rest of herself into view with a sly smile.

"Hello, all."

"Any reason why you were creeping, Selena?" Miley asked.

"I really am a mental klutz; halfway down the hall, I realized it was in my binder all along."

"Tsk, tsk, Selena," I said, clucking my tongue at her.

"Shush. You guys have to promise not to tell anyone I didn't just do that."

Miley and Nick just gave a verbal promise as the first students started trailing into the room, but I offered her my pinky. Miley took a seat beside Nick as Selena sat beside me and linked our pinkies.

"I pinky swear," I said solemnly.

We put our hands on the table, but our pinkies stayed intertwined. They were still hooked around each other when class was dismissed.