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go。 And I've got her hand in mine； and I just can't
think。 So I stop right there in the middle of the room and look at her。 At that face。 I want to
touch her cheek and see what it feels like。 I want to touch
her hair； it looks so incredibly soft。
“Bryce；” she whispers。 “What's wrong？”
I can barely breathe as I ask her； “Do you like him？”
“Do I… you mean Jon？”
“Yes！”
“Well； sure。 He's nice and — ”
“No； do you like him？” My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and
waited。
“Well； no。 I mean； not like that…。”
No！ She said no！ I didn't care where I was； I didn't care who saw。 I wanted； just had to kiss
her。 I leaned in； closed my eyes； and then …
She broke away from me。
Suddenly； the room iranda and Shelly stared at me through their slimy hair；
everyone was looking at me like I'd blown my entire
circuit board； and I just stood there； trying to reel in my lips and pull myself back together。
Mrs。 McClure took me by the shoulders； guided me to my chair； and told me； “You sit here；
and you stay here！” Then she hauled Miranda and
Shelly outside； scolding them and telling them to find separate bathrooms and clean up while
she ran down the janitor to mop up their mess。
I sat there by myself and didn't even care about covering up。 I just wanted to be with her。 To
talk to her。 To hold her hand again。
To kiss her。
Before school was out； I tried to talk to her again； but every time I got close； she'd dodge me。
And then when the final bell rang； she disappeared。
I looked everywhere for her； but she was just gone。
Garrett； however； wasn't。 He tracked me down and said； “Dude！ Tell me it isn't true！”
I didn't say a word。 I just headed for the bike racks； still hoping to find Juli。
“Oh； man …it is true！”
“Leave me alone； Garrett。”
“You get hooked up with the two finest chicks on campus； then bail on them for Juli？”
“You don't understand。”
“You're right； dude。 I pletely don't understand。 Did you seriously try to kiss her？ I couldn't
believe that part。 We're talking Julianna Baker？ Your
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nightmare neighbor？ The know…it…all nuisance？ The coop poop babe？”
I stopped cold and shoved him。 Just laid into him with both hands and shoved。 “That was a
long time ago； man。 Knock it off！”
Garrett put both hands up； but moved in at me。 “Dude； you have flipped； you know that？”
“Just back off； would you？”
He blocked my path。 “I can't believe this！ Two hours ago you were the man。 The man！ The
whole school was on their knees before you！ Now look
at you。 You're； like； a social hazard。” He snorted and said； “And； dude； the truth is； if you're
gonna be like this； I don't need the association。”
I got right in his face and said； “Good！ 'Cause you know what？ Neither do I！”
I shoved him aside and ran。
I wound up walking home。 In my pinchy shoes； with dirty dishes clanking inside my sticky
picnic hamper； this basket boy hiked all the way home。
And there was a battle raging inside me。 The old Bryce wanted to go back in time； wanted to
hang with Garrett and shoot the breeze； wanted to
hate Juli Baker again。
Wanted to be the man。
But in my heart I knew the old Bryce was toast。 There was no going back。 Not to Garrett or
Shelly or Miranda or any of the other people who
wouldn't understand。 Juli was different； but after all these years that didn't bother me
anymore。
I liked it。
I liked her。
And every time I saw her； she seemed more beautiful。 She just seemed to glow。 I'm not
talking like a hundred…watt bulb； she just had this warmth
to her。 Maybe it came from climbing that tree。 Maybe it came from singing to chickens。
Maybe it came from whacking at two…by…fours and dreaming
about perpetual motion。 I don't know。 All I know is that pared to her； Shelly and Miranda
seemed so…ordinary。
I'd never felt like this before。 Ever。 And just admitting it to myself instead of hiding from it
made me feel strong。 Happy。 I took off my shoes and
socks and stuffed them in the basket。 My tie whipped over my shoulder as I ran home
barefoot； and I realized that Garrett was right about one thing
— I had flipped。
pletely。
I trucked down our street and spotted her bike lying on its side on the driveway。 She was
home！
I rang the bell until I thought it would break。
No answer。
I pounded on her door。
No answer。
I went home and called on the phone； and finally； finally her mother answers。 “Bryce？ No； I'm
sorry。 She doesn't want to talk。” Then she whispers；
“Give her a little time； won't you？”
I gave her an hour。 Almost。 Then I went across the street。 “Please； Mrs。 Baker。 I've got to
see her！”
“She's locked herself in her room； dear。 Why don't you try phoning tomorrow。”
Tomorrow？ I couldn't wait until tomorrow！ So I went around the side of their house； climbed
the fence； and knocked on her window。 “Juli！ Juli；
please。 I've got to see you。”
Her curtains didn't open； but the back door did； and out came Mrs。 Baker to shoo me away。
When I got home； my granddad was waiting at the front door。 “Bryce； what is going on？
You've been running back and forth to the Bakers'；
climbing over their fence…。 You're acting like the world's on fire！”
I blurted； “I can't believe this！ I just can't believe this！ She won't talk to me！”
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He led me into the front room； saying； “Who won't talk to you？”
“Juli！”
He hesitated。 “Is she … mad at you？”
“I don't know！”
“Does she have reason to be mad at you？”
“No！ Yes！ I mean； I don't know！”
“Well； what happened？”
“I tried to kiss her！ In front of this whole room of people； while I was supposed to be having
that stupid basket boy lunch with Shelly and Miranda； I
tried to kiss her！”
Slowly a smile spread across his face。 “You did？”
“I was； like； possessed。 I couldn't stop myself！ But she pulled away and…” I looked out the
window at the Bakers' house。 “And now she won't talk
to me！”
Very quietly my grandfather said； “Maybe she thinks this is all a little sudden？”
“But it's not！”
“It's not？”
“No； I mean …” I turned to him。 “It started with that stupid newspaper article。 And I don't
know… I've been weirded out ever since。 She doesn't
look the same； she doesn't sound the same； she doesn't even seem like the same person to
me！” I stared out the window at the Bakers'。 “She's…
she's just different。”
My grandfather stood beside me and looked across the street； too。 “No； Bryce；” he said softly。
“She's the same as she's always been； you're the
one who's changed。” He clapped his hand on my shoulder and whispered； “And； son； from
here on out； you'll never be the same again。”
Maybe my grandfather's happy about all this； but I'm miserable。 I can't eat； I can't watch TV； I
can't seem to do anything。
So I went to bed early； but I can't sleep。 I've watched her house from my window for hours
now。 I've stared at the sky； I've counted sheep。 But man；
I can't stop kicking myself for what an idiot I've been all these years。
And now how am I going to make her listen to me？ I'd scale that monster sycamore if I could。
Right to the top。 And I'd yell her name across the
rooftops for the whole world to hear。
And since you know what a tree…climbing weenie I am； I think it's pretty clear that I'm willing
to do anything to get her to talk to me。 Man； I'll dive
after her into a chicken coop full of poop if that's what it takes。 I'll ride my bike all the stinkin'
way to school for the rest of eternity if it means being
with her。
Something。 I've got to e up with some thing to show her that I've changed。 To prove to
her that I understand。
But what？ How do I show her that I'm not the guy she thinks I am？ How do I erase everything
I've done and start over？
Maybe I can't。 Maybe it just can not be done。 But if I've learned one thing from Juli Baker； it's
that I've got to put my whole heart and soul into it and
try。
Whatever happens； I know that my grandfather's right about one thing。
I'll never be the same again。
The Basket Boys
The Monday after the Loskis' dinner party； Darla tracked me down at school and forced
Bryce Loski back into my brain。 “Jules！ Whoa； girl； wait up！
How have you been？”
“I'm fine； Darla； how are you？”
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“No； seriously；” she whispered。 “Are you doing okay？” She shifted her backpack and looked
over each shoulder。 “I got to thinking； you know； that
was just so cold of Bryce。 Especially since you've got that soft spot for him。”
“Who told you that？”
“Like I haven't got eyes？ e on； girl。 It's a given。 Which is why I got to worryin' about you。
Are you seriously all right？”
“Yes； I am。 B