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"Don’t worry about it, Jordan," I say Why won’t he go away? "Really"

"Hey" One of the drug dealers blocks our path on the sidewalk "Aren’t you that guy?"

"No," Jordan says to the drug dealer To ot to talk"

"There’s nothing to talk about," I assure hiood"

"Everything’s not good," Jordan cries "I can’t stand to see you hurting like this! It’s tearingdealer who is trailing after us "This is Jordan Cartwright You know, fro dealer cries, pointing at Jordan "I knew it! Hey, look!" he calls to his friends "It’s the dude from Easy Street!"

"Heather!" Jordan is sed up in a crowd of autograph seekers "Heather!"

I keep right on walking

Well, what exactly was I supposed to do? I ed ENGAGED And not to me

Whatconcerns right now, too

Rachel seeh the doors of Fischer Hall at night She’s standing in the lobby just as I co

"Heather," she exclaie," I say

For some reason, she looks relieved I realize why a second later "Oh good! Another judge for the lip-synch! How great! I was hoping Sarah and I wouldn’t have to judge on our own What if there’s a tie?"

"Heather" Jordan co into the lobby

And all around us, breaths are sucked in as he is iins: "Isn’t that--no, it couldn’t be No, it is! Look at hi up to Rachel and old necklaces rise and fall beneath the puffy shirt as he pants "Please We’ve got to talk"

I turn to Rachel, who is staring at Jordan with eyes that are even bigger than when I’d walked in