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appropriately flirty response. But I didn’t have anything. I had no problem comingup with things to say to myself , but I was fundamentally incapable of having a conversation with someone else. Awesome.
    Just then, my phone quacked to signal that I’d gotten a text. Shoot. I’d always meant to change the sound, but I kept forgetting. Not like it mattered. It wasn’t like my phone was usually blowing up with texts.
    I put one of the bottles on the ground, then slid my phone from my pocket.
    It was from Adam.
    What’s up? I know we’re doing Ainsworth stuff tomorrow, but I started going through the materials now. Wanna come over?
    “Who was that?” Matt asked curiously.
    “Oh, just a friend,” I said.
    “You should tell them to come!” Matt grabbed my phone as I yanked it back.
    “Whoa, sorry!” Matt let go of the phone. “I didn’t realize you were texting your boyfriend.”
    “What, Adam? He’s not my boyfriend!” I said quickly.
    “Good for me.”
    My stomach flipped. “What did you say?” I wanted to hear it again.
    “He seemed to be.”
    Oh. Disappointment sliced through my stomach. “Nope, just a friend.”
    “Cool,” Matt said.
    “So …” I desperately racked my brain for something to say that didn’t involve Yearbook or Adam or the Facebook profile.
    Just then, Erin hurried up to Matt and threw her skinny arms around his waist.
    “I was looking for you everywhere . We’re about to play flip cup and you know I need your help.”
    “I have to go,” I mumbled, even though it wasn’t necessary. Matt was oblivious to my presence. I put my drink down and headed home.
    Once I got there, I popped Love Actually into the DVD player. That was why romantic comedies existed — so people could remind themselves that meet-cute situations never, ever happened in real life. Of course Matt had the attention span of a gnat. Of course he didn’t care that I left. And of course it never would have occurred to him to follow me. And the only person I should have been mad at was myself for having wanted it.

W hat’s the similarity between the American Liberty Movement of 1934 and the Tea Party of today?” Adam asked, glancing up from his laptop.
    It was Saturday evening, and Adam and I were studying like rock stars, eyeballs deep in American history. Adam, clad in his dad’s Harvard Law hoodie, was chugging down chai lattes like it was his job. I was similarly dressed in an old Harvard shirt of my mom’s, drinking my third cup of black coffee.
    “We’re totally twins!” Adam had noticed.
    “I wouldn’t say that. I’d say we’re both guilty of raiding our parents’ closets, which makes us both kind of pathetic,” I’d cracked. Even though Adam hadn’t done or said anything wrong, just the fact that he wasn’t Matt was enough to put me in a weird mood. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on at Alyssa’s barn tonight. I knew it was more of the same: gossiping. Flirting. But for whatever reason, part of me wanted to be there.
    “Hayley?” Adam asked, snapping me back to my Saturday night studying reality.
    “Um, well, I think that the similarity is the idea of states’ rights.” I chewed on the edge of my sweatshirt. “But this question isn’t hard. Think of something weirder. The Tea Party question is just to make sure that people are up on current events.”
    “That question was one of the ones Klish gave us,” he said defensively, flipping through a thick packet.
    “Okay, well, I’ll think about it later. I’ll give you one.” I looked around the almost-empty café, finally noticing a guy in the corner, bobbing his head back and forth to the beat from his headphones. He was wearing a checkered scarf knotted tightly just below his bearded chin, and his head was covered by a newsboy cap. His jeans were skinny and tapered into a pair of polished brown loafers. He was probably a student at the U. “If a hipster’s in a coffee shop, but there are no hipsters around, is he