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her on a date—or maybe even for her phone number. Then the conductor’s voice blared over the
loudspeaker,
announcing that the eastbound train to Philadelphia would arrive in three minutes.
“I guess that’s us,” Aria said, zipping up her jacket. “Want to ride together?”
But Jason didn’t answer. When Aria looked over, he was staring at the television. His skin had turned
pale
and his mouth was a taut, distressed line. “I…uh…I just realized. I have to go.” He stood up sloppily,
pulling
his books into his chest.
“W-what? Why?” Aria cried.
Jason maneuvered around the benches, not answering. He bumped against Aria as he passed, upending
her
purse. “Oops,” she mumbled, wincing as a super-plus tampon and her lucky Beanie Baby cow spilled to
the
sticky concrete floor. “Sorry,” Jason muttered, pushing out the door to the parking lot.
Aria gazed after him, astonished. What the hell just happened? And why was Jason going back to his
car…
and not into the city?
Her cheeks burned with sudden awareness. Jason had probably realized how Aria felt about him. And
maybe, because he didn’t mean to lead her on, he’d decided to drive into Philadelphia by himself
instead of
ride the train with her. How could she have been so stupid to think Jason was flirting? So what if he’d
said
she was the only one with substance, or that she looked cute in a skirt. So what that he’d given her Ali’s
Time Capsule flag way back in the day. None of that necessarily meant anything. In the end, Aria was
nothing
more than one of the nameless Alis.
Humiliated, Aria slowly turned back to the TV. To her surprise, a news broadcast had interrupted Regis &
Kelly. The headline caught Aria’s eye. Thomas’s Body a Hoax.