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BeckettBy eight fifteen the next morning, half the school apparently knows Carly Bennett is involved.By eight twenty, the other half has somehow turned it into a story where Ella, Carly, Amber, Bryce and I were all secretly sleeping together.High school is amazing.“I heard you have two girlfriends now,” Sean says as I close my locker.“I heard Ella beat Carly up in the parking lot,” I tell him.Sean nods seriously. “I heard Ella’s mom beat Carly up.”“That one I’d pay to watch.”Ella elbows me.“Can both of you stop?”She’s trying not to smile, but I can see it.Last night helped.Not fixed.Helped.There’s a difference.She looks more rested this morning, though she complained for ten straight minutes that Mason ruined The Notebook.Personally, I think Mason improved it.Sean looks at Ella. “For what it’s worth, most people know ninety percent of what they’re hearing is bullshit.”“That leaves ten percent.”“Welcome to public education.”Ella sighs.Then we turn the corner.And e

EllaThere is a poster hanging above my locker announcing the winter formal.I hate it.Not because there’s anything particularly offensive about silver glitter and badly drawn snowflakes, but because whoever made it included the words A NIGHT TO REMEMBER in giant letters, which feels unnecessarily threatening considering most of my memorable school nights have involved public humiliation.Lila catches me staring at it.“No.”“I didn’t say anything.”“You were thinking something.”“I do that occasionally.”“You were thinking you aren’t going.”I open my locker. “Look at you, psychic.”“Ella.”“No.”“Why?”I turn toward her. “Have you met me?”“Yes. Unfortunately.”“Then why are we having this conversation?”“Because you have a boyfriend now.”I nearly drop my chemistry book.“What does Beckett have to do with it?”Lila gives me a look.“It’s a dance.”“I understand the concept.”“People traditionally attend with the person they’re dating.”“Thank you, David Attenborough.”She laughs.

EllaThere are approximately four hundred dresses in this store, and every single one appears designed for someone with smaller boobs, smaller hips, or significantly more confidence.“This was a mistake.”Lila doesn’t even look up from the rack she’s attacking.“You’ve said that six times.”“Because it keeps being true.”Mom appears from behind another rack carrying enough dresses to clothe a small pageant.“I found some.”I stare at her arms.“Some?”“Options.”“Mom, we’re going to formal, not the Oscars.”She looks offended. “You only get one senior formal.”That shuts me up.Because Mom is excited.Not fake excited either.She switched shifts for this.For me.A year ago, she probably would’ve handed me her credit card and told me to text pictures because she couldn’t get away from work.Today she’s wearing sneakers because apparently we’re spending the entire afternoon doing this.I’m not sure which one of us is more nervous about that.Lila holds up something silver and approxima

EllaI have changed my earrings four times.My hair twice.And at one point, I seriously considered taking off the dress and telling Beckett I had food poisoning.Lila confiscated my phone after I Googled how long does food poisoning last?“You’re not sick.”“I could become sick.”“You’re nervous.”“Same symptoms.”She rolls her eyes and goes back to fixing the curl beside my face.The green dress looks different tonight than it did in the store. Maybe because my hair is done. Maybe it’s the makeup. Maybe it’s because I’m standing in my bedroom knowing Beckett is going to be here any minute.My stomach twists.“What if he doesn’t like it?”Lila’s hands stop.“Nope.”“What?”“We are not doing this.”“Doing what?”“You loved that dress before Beckett ever saw it.”“I know.”“So if he hates it—which he won’t—he can take his badly dressed ass to formal alone.”I laugh.“He’s wearing a black suit.”“Exactly. Basic.”A knock sounds downstairs.My heart stops.“Oh my God.”Lila grins.“He’s

BeckettElla is barefoot.I feel like this deserves to be documented because she spent the last three days telling me formal was supposed to be elegant, and now she’s walking across the gym carrying her heels in one hand and eating a cookie with the other.“Don’t.”“I didn’t say anything.”“Your face did.”“My face thinks you look classy.”“My feet think you should shut up.”I grin and take the shoes from her.She narrows her eyes.“What are you doing?”“Being helpful.”“You’re going to lose them.”“I can keep track of two shoes.”“You couldn’t remember who you took to formal last year.”“That was different.”“How?”I open my mouth.Nothing comes out.Ella smiles smugly and takes another bite of her cookie.I hate when she wins.Which is often.We make it back to our table, where Sean is arguing with Lila about whether his tie is blue or navy.“It’s navy,” Lila insists.“That’s blue.”“Navy is a specific blue.”“It’s all blue.”I sit beside Ella.“Thank you.”Sean points at me.“Exact