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Show Inside Out, 179 She hadn't done anything wrong. Whatever she knew about Denver-or suspected-she hadn't meant to hurt me. And I couldn't let things fall apart between us. I resolved to call her as soon as I got home from the library. When I walked into the library, Denver was already there near the front doors. He was talking on his cell-phone and didn't see me at first, so I just watched him for a minute. He was so gorgeous. It was like he glowed. Everyone sensed it-the people who passed him would all turn their heads to look at him. Why is it that some people are born with that-that almost chemical attraction? And he was here with me. "Andli!" he cried when he caught sight of me. He snapped his phone shut. "Let's find a table." And he strode off ahead of me. We found a table and Denver pulled out his English folder. "So we've got to do this research paper," he said. "Yeah." "Have you picked a topic yet?" he asked. "Because I thought it would be really cool if we both picked the same topic." "Is that allowed?" I asked, my heart sinking. "Mrs. Odd-ball didn't say we couldn't, did she?" "Not really," I said. "Well, if that bugs you then we can pick two topics that are close to each other. Wouldn't that be cool? Like you could do American Transcendentalism and I could do Thoreau!" I was starting to feel trapped. |