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Defriended by Ruth Baron Chapter 1
Defriended by Ruth Baron Chapter 1
BY R U T H B A R O N
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Chapter 1
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before, and since then, every time his cell buzzed or beeped his
heart leapt into his throat. Unfortunately, a sidelong look to
his left confirmed it wasnt worth the excitement. Rakesh
did his best to suppress the smile beginning at the corners of
his mouth, but when youve been friends with someone since
you were both in diapers, you get pretty good at recognizing
when theyre messing with you.
Jasons pocket buzzed again, and he glared at Rakesh before
slowly sneaking his phone into his lap.
Rakesh Adams: Admit it you think ms. R is sexy when she
talks about chemistry like this.
Jason and Rakesh both made a beeline for the door. Dude,
why didnt you answer my texts? Rakesh, with his artfully
rumpled gray backpack slung over his shoulder, ran one hand
through his wavy black hair and used the other to greet kids
they were passing in the hall, all of whom parted as they passed.
Like Miss America, Jason had observed on more than one occasion. And really, if Roosevelt High had its own pageant, Rakesh
would be a front-runner for the tiara. Hed probably even manage to pull off faux crystals and inspire half the guys in school
to start wearing sashes. Its not that Jason was jealous if he
had his way, hed be the one making fun of the contestants
from home but he sometimes marveled at the fact that
his parents choices in early childhood playdates had somehow condemned him to a life as sidekick to the most popular
guy in school.
I cant get my phone confiscated just because you got bored
in chemistry.
Oh, do you need it in case you get an important call
from Laney?
Its Lacey, Jason said defensively. They made their way
to their lockers to drop off their oversize chemistry textbooks. As they swung the doors shut, Rakesh plucked a
tissue paper flower that had been tucked into the vents at
the top. Jason raised an eyebrow. Did I forget your birthday?
he asked.
Rakesh shrugged. Oh, you know, every days your birthday
when it comes to Amy Kastle.
They made their way toward the cafeteria, pausing so Rakesh
could bump fists with a group of basketball players wearing
suits for game day. Jason awkwardly slapped hands with the
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overly eager Dan Greene and wished them luck against Mason.
School spirit, another ritual he would prefer to sit out.
They took their seats at their usual table, and Rakesh steered
the conversation back to Jason. So you and Lacey have graduated to the phone?
Not exactly.
Yo, you need to get on that.
Ignoring him, Jason unwrapped his sandwich. Turkey, provolone, mustard on one slice of whole wheat bread, mayo on
the other. It was the same sandwich hed eaten for as long as he
could remember. He bit into it. It tasted like yesterday.
In theory, Jason liked English fine, but then Katie Leigh would
open her puckered mouth and say things like I feel like the
identity metaphor of the green light is really prevalent here,
and Dave Jordan would cut her off to add his own analysis of
the spectacles from the billboard even though they were both
supposed to be talking about Shakespeare. Jason wished they
had never been assigned The Great Gatsby over the summer
because it was proof that other people could ruin anything, even
a great American novel. But the silver lining was that as long as
Katie and Daves Who wants to be a Princeton student?
pseudo-intellectual battle continued, Jason could tune out and
scribble lyrics in his notebook under the guise of taking notes.