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My blood simmers. It’s true that I always ran late to AP US History, but

that’s because Tally’s locker had been right next to the classroom and I

would loiter there with her until the last possible second. It’s a reminder I

don’t need so early in the morning.

“So what?” I snap. “You’ve taken it upon yourself to keep a log of

people’s arrival times?”

She laughs breezily. “You’re so easy to irritate.”

I imagine how I must have looked to her, dashing into class late every

day. Did she see me hanging all over Tally last year? Could she sense the

cracks in that relationship before I could? Is that why she thought I was

such a loser? A feeling of shame spreads through my torso.

“I’m better at getting to AP Euro on time,” I say pointedly. “But I guess

you wouldn’t know that, since you didn’t make it into the class.”

It’s a really snotty thing to say, but I want to get under her skin and I

don’t have many cards to play. It seems to work, because she puts down her

phone and glares at me.

“I did make it into the class. I just didn’t want to take it.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh come on. AP European History? A class where you literally study

how white people fucked up the world with the Crusades and colonization

and smallpox? Yet there’s no room in the budget to offer Asian or African

History? Yeah, no. If that’s the pinnacle of academic study our school has to

offer, I’ll fucking pass. Say what you want about Ms. Bowles’s ‘regular

track’ modern history class, but she makes a point of dismantling the whole

European hegemony thing, and that’s a much better use of my time.”

I can’t think of anything to say to that, not least because I’m trying to

figure out what hegemony means.

Irene takes a pointed sip from her thermos and shakes her head. “But

please, tell me more about how you’re so much smarter than me. Not like I

haven’t heard it before. People love to assume they’re better than you when

you’re ‘just a cheerleader,’ as if I’m not completely fucking aware of the

complicated identity that comes with my sport.”

“I never said I was smarter than you,” I say tersely.

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