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moment I think I might coax a chuckle out of him, but he stays quiet.
    I wait for him to offer some sort of opinion. Nothing happens. “Okay,” I say. “What if we did, like, a game, where people have to sort themselves into the nine rings?”
    Not the tiniest change in expression. Is the dude going to talk at all, or am I going to have to monologue until this project gets done?
    I raise my eyebrows and ask, “What do you think, Matt?”
    He bobs his narrow shoulders in the laziest shrug I’ve ever seen. “I mean, suggesting that everyone in our class is going to hell is a good start, I guess.”
    Taken aback, I laugh. He looks almost embarrassed.
    â€œCool,” I say. “So let’s have a presentation poster, and a station for every circle, and we can have sheets outlining which sins are in which place.”
    He lets out a mumbling noise that sounds somewhat affirmative.
    â€œI’ll message you later so we can figure out details,” I say. “Are we friends on Facebook?”
    He shakes his head.
    I take out my phone under the desk, open the Facebook app, and friend him. “Fixed.” I squint closer at his profile picture. “Who’s the kid in your picture?”
    â€œMy little brother,” he says, straightening up a bit. “Russell. He’s three.”
    â€œCute.”
    Something like a smile pulls at Matt’s mouth again, though it fades fast.
    I glance at the clock. We still have a few minutes, and this guyhas the type of silence that presses and pushes, begging conversation. “So,” I say. “You ready for the election?”
    He closes his eyes. “Oh God, I forgot about that.”
    â€œWhy are you, uh, running, then?”
    â€œA mistake is why.”
    â€œHuh,” I say. “It’d be hard to get Claire to change the ballot, but I could talk to her for you, if you want to withdraw.”
    â€œWhy?” he says. “Need something to pad your college apps?”
    I blink rapidly. Was that a joke, or does he have a problem with me? “Hey, excuse you.”
    â€œI mean, it’s true,” Matt says. “I’m pretty sure the only reason student gov’s starting back up is so people can put ‘Sophomore Class Co-Secretary’ or whatever on the Common App. I thought I was going to quit, but I don’t know. I might as well run, too.”
    â€œYou sure people are doing it for college apps?” I say. “Maybe some people want to make this school a tiny bit less awful.”
    â€œSo that’s why you’re running?” he asks.
    â€œDude. First off, I don’t need the sass, and second, that could a hundred percent be why.”
    Matt looks up at the ceiling and lets out a chortle. The sudden urge to punch him in the larynx overwhelms me.
Not caring about things doesn’t make you cool
, I want to yell. Instead, I force patience into my voice. “So if you’re not taking it seriously, and you’re not taking yourself off the ballot, what are you going to do if you win?”
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œOh! Great. Because this isn’t important to anyone or anything.”
    â€œUh, apparently it is to one person.”
    â€œYeah, my friend Claire.” My fists curl up. “Whatever. You look like you’ve been hot-boxing for three days, so I bet anyone could get you off the ballot if they wanted.”
    He frowns. “Wait, is that a threat?”
    â€œIt could be.”
    â€œWell,” he says, folding his arms, “no offense, but you and Juniper Kipling aren’t model citizens, either.”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    â€œAlcohol.” He shrugs. “It doesn’t make sense getting self-righteous about weed if you go out drinking every weekend, right?”
    I could point out that I don’t drink, but frankly, I don’t feel obliged to defend myself against that slew of verbal diarrhea. As if this guy knows