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Show Inside Out, 119 teachers-once to get her into the class and then at report card time to keep her in the class. I had heard that her mom was on the school board, so it made sense. But Denver didn't answer her. I could feel my body heat rising as he came down the row. He was so beautiful. "Hi, Andli," he said as he slid into the seat. I leaned forward. "Did you read it yet?" "What?" he turned around. "Oh-the book. Yeah. Well, I started it. It's good." "You like it?" I asked. I think my voice squeaked a little. Stupid. "Yeah. We'll have to talk about it," he said. Then the bell rang to start class. Terra had watched the whole thing. Her face was blank. So, were Denver and I were friends or what? I mean, was I just someone he said hi to? But he didn't say hi to everyone. And it seemed like he was actively conversing with me, at the media center and in class. Or at least that he was being friendly. Friendlier than he used to be, anyway. I never could figure guys out. I came sort of close to figuring guys out in middle school because of Maren, my best friend from Park City. Maren was gorgeous but she didn't know it-at least not back then. All the guys always liked her and I felt like the ugly sidekick. But they never dared to talk to her because she was so beautiful. So she thought no one liked her and she was all insecure. It drove me crazy. Since I was easier to approach, the guys would always talk to me about her, and sometimes even about other things that weren't her. At first it really bugged me but I grew to like it because after a while some of the guys thought of |