Chapter11:

“We will sit there. Jordan and Sam have gone to the back.” He gestures to the two vacancies, and I turn enough to see my admirer gazing at me longingly from the back row, where he is huddling up with two of the shy girls in our class. Both are pretty smart and in the chess club, so I am glad they picked a decent group. I feel bad for Jordan because Dane always seems to pick on him in subtle ways and constantly intimidates him. I have never understood why he dislikes him so much, as Jordan is such a sweet person. It seems like since we were about eight years old, Dane just decided Jordan was someone he would always start on. “Sit behind me … because otherwise, Dane will spend the next week prodding me, hanging over my shoulder, or pulling my hair. I know what he’s like.” Turning in my seat, I tap the desk directly at the back of my chair for Tyler to take. I only get a grinning response as he throws his bag to the one behind Elisa. Mr. All-American hotty style. “We both know the second