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Authors: M. Doty

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And the next day, a local TV station requested an interview.

And the next morning, a reporter for
Sports Illustrated
called.

“This is awesome,” said Kimi as she flipped through
Swimmer’s Monthly
on Emily’s bed that Sunday. “She makes you sound like a frickin’ superhero, or a rock star, or LeBron James or something. And the best thing is Dominique! All she gets are, like, two lines in the final paragraph!”

Emily winced. “Great. So now Dominique is going to totally hate me.”

“Aw, don’t be so upset. She already hated you.”

“Why couldn’t that stupid reporter have just left me
alone?” asked Emily as she reread the story on the
Swimmer’s Monthly
website. “I haven’t even won anything, not really. This is just too much—attention.”

Kimi sat up and laid down the magazine. “You’re joking, right? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. You’re going to be totally famous now. Forget sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. Forget boys completely ignoring us. Forget never getting invited to parties. We’re in!”

“Not to burst your bubble or anything,” said Emily, “but it’s just a stupid story. No one at school reads the newspaper. No one cares.”

Kimi flopped onto her stomach and groaned into one of Emily’s pillows, then turned her head to look at Emily, a pleading expression on her face. Emily closed the
Swimmer’s Monthly
website and opened a fresh window.

“Em, don’t do this. You always do this! Something good happens and you find a way to—”

“Kimi—”

“No! Don’t interrupt. What I’m saying is, you always find a way to take some awesome thing that just happened and make it look like a complete—”

“Kimi!”

“What?”

Emily carried her laptop over to the bed and turned the screen toward Kimi.

“I just logged onto Facebook.”

“Yeah. And?”

“And I have one hundred and sixty new friend requests.”

CHAPTER FIVE

The next day in homeroom, as the other students caught up on homework or sleep, Alicia walked over to Emily’s desk and laid down a copy of the school paper.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of greatness—or at least future greatness. Now, why, exactly, have you been hiding this from everyone?”

Emily shrugged. “I wasn’t hiding anything.”

“You’re not like most kids your age, you know,” said Alicia. “When I was a freshman, which wasn’t all that long ago, I would have given anything to be a celebrity—but mostly just because I wanted to date Justin Timberlake.”

“He’s a little old for me,” said Emily. “Maybe Justin
Bieber
?”

“Just don’t let it go to your head—you’ve got a good one
on your shoulders,” said Alicia, “as this latest progress report indicates.” She pulled a piece of paper out of a binder and put it on Emily’s desk. “All A’s so far. Including the only one at the school in Honors History. Very impressive.”

“Thanks,” said Emily.

“Just remember me when you’re a megastar,” said Alicia. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go kick a few butts.” She patted the binder full of progress reports. “Not everyone can be an honor student.”

At lunch, Kimi wouldn’t let Emily sit in their usual corner spot.

“You’re a celebrity now,” Kimi insisted. “Act like it.”

She took Emily’s hand and dragged her toward the center table, each step forward filling Emily with increasing dread. She waited for the security alarms to go off and the guard dogs to attack. They were trespassing here. They didn’t belong.

This was just like last summer: Kimi had persuaded her to sneak out to Red Bear Lake after the park closed for the night, and they’d had to hide in the bushes from a park ranger for almost an hour. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except that the bushes turned out to be poison oak. Emily had the same feeling now, like she’d regret this intrusion for several itchy weeks to come.

The girls had been among the first to arrive at lunch, and the center table stood vacant. Emily looked down to find its surface heavily decorated in Sharpied graffiti, much of it consisting
of hearts containing couples’ names. Several of the hearts, though, had been filled in with black.

Breakups
, thought Emily.
Ouch.

“Okay,” said Kimi, taking a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

She put one leg over the bench.

“Kimi!” said Emily in a loud whisper. “Have you
completely
lost it? You can’t just sit there. You don’t have—you know—permission.”

“That’s not how being popular works,” said Kimi, swinging the other leg over the bench. “No one gives you permission. You give it to yourself.”

“Kimi—” started Emily, but it was too late. Kimi sat.

No sirens blared. No flashing lights filled the room.

“Well?” Kimi said. “Come on. Don’t make me eat alone.”

Emily looked around the cafeteria, checking to make sure the coast was clear. No sign of Lindsay or Dominique anywhere. She tried to imagine Ben sitting at the table, the warmth of his body right next to her.

Okay
, she thought.
You can do this.

She took a deep breath, then put her backpack down and sat next to Kimi, who was already beaming.

“Look at us,” said Kimi. “Just two cool kids, sitting at the cool table, doing cool stuff. Maybe later we’ll head to the mall and buy clothes at the cool-kids store, and then after that we’ll go to a cool-kids party.”

“Okay,” said Emily, still nervous. “I get it, I get it. We’re very cool.”

“I knew it,” said a voice from behind her. “You
have
gone completely delusional.”

Emily looked over her shoulder to see Dominique settling in next to her. Dominique’s blond ponytail was pulled back especially tight, giving her face the pinched look of an actress with a fresh Botox injection, and her nose was wrinkled in displeasure like a wet cat’s. Dominique set down a massive tub of chicken wings before leaning over and speaking in an angry whisper. “Are you two lost or something? Your kind isn’t welcome here.”

“I don’t know,” said Kimi. She looked up at the big skylight. “I kind of like it here. It’s nice and sunny. Hey—don’t you think that cloud looks like a pterodactyl?”

Dominique refused to look up. She kept her eyes trained directly on Kimi’s throat as if planning ways to strangle her.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Kimi. “Did you get a chance to read that article about Emily in
Swimmer’s Monthly
? I think there were even a few sentences about
you
—somewhere near the end.”

Dominique pulled the top off her tub of wings, took one out, and brandished it at Emily and Kimi like a knife.

“If you think one stupid article means you’re suddenly qualified to sit at
my
table, you’d better think again. You may have fooled that stupid reporter into thinking you’re some kind of tragic hero, but I know exactly who you are. Swimbot, a little machine that eats and sleeps and does the butterfly stroke. And everyone else knows it, too.” She brought the chicken wing to her lips, consumed it in three
bites, and set the bones down on the table before continuing her rant. “So take your little sidekick and get back to that sinkhole you call a table before someone sees me sitting with you.”

“Sidekick?!” asked Kimi, her face flushed. “I’ll show you a ‘sidekick.’ ” She swung her foot through the space beneath the table and just missed Dominique’s knee.

“Hey!” interrupted a male voice. “You’re that girl from the article, right?”

A boy with slicked-back brown hair and a polo shirt with an upturned collar settled in beside Kimi. He reeked of Axe Bodyspray.

“I’m Phil Ramirez,” he said, holding out a hand. Emily took it and gave it a soft squeeze.

No way!
she thought.
Phil! The guy from Kimi’s spreadsheet! Not really my type, but to each her own.

Kimi went silent. She stared at Phil and inhaled deeply. Emily almost laughed. Never once had she seen Kimi so tongue-tied.

“Nice to meet you,” said Emily. “Uh, this is—”

“Kimi Single,” said Kimi. “Er—I mean, Kimi Chen. But I am single. Not that it matters. Just letting you know. It’s my first time sitting at the center table, and I saw a cloud shaped like a—okay, um, I’m going to shut up now.”

Phil smiled and looked her in the eye.

“Nice to meet you, Kimi Single. It’s good to see a couple of new faces around here. And not bad-looking ones, either,” he said, half joking, half flirting.

“Unfortunately, Emily and Kimi were just leaving. Isn’t that right?” asked Dominique, staring daggers at Emily.

Emily looked back at the empty table in the corner of the cafeteria where she and Kimi usually sat. From here, it looked as dark and abandoned as a city street corner at night. Next to her, she noticed Kimi stealing quick glances at Phil and trying not to stare as he waved to a few friends across the cafeteria. If she and Kimi left now, would they ever have the guts to sit here again?

“Actually,” said Emily, “I kind of agree with Kimi. I
do
like it here. We’ll go ahead and eat with you guys, as long as that’s cool with you, Phil.”

“Sure thing,” he said, smiling. “It’s not every day I get to eat with a future Olympian. And her cute friend.”

Dominique grimaced and whispered to Emily, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Swimbot. Enjoy sitting here while you can. Trust me—it won’t last long.” Then she leaned away, smiled, and told Phil, “I’m so glad Emily’s finally sitting with us. I keep saying we need more swimmers around here!”

“I’ve actually been meaning to say hi,” said Phil. “I knew your sister.”

“Oh, huh,” said Emily. “She, uh, never mentioned you.”

Phil laughed. “Yeah, I bet she didn’t. I was sort of a geek back then. Plus I was in my reggae phase. Not that Sara was a music snob or anything.…”

As Phil spoke, Emily felt her shoulders clenching involuntarily. She hated how anything to do with Sara—even a kind word from a relative stranger—seemed to trigger an immediate flood of stress and involuntary muscle spasms.

“I only talked to her a handful of times,” Phil continued, “but she seemed like a genuinely nice person. Honestly, I wish I’d known her better. Only a few people really got to. Samantha and Cam—”

“Knew who?” asked Cameron Clark as he sat between his sister and Emily. She had never seen him so up close. Like most swimmers, he smelled deeply of chlorine, and the roots of his blond hair looked wet, as if he’d recently gotten out of the pool. He seemed oddly out of place at the table; his layers of ropey muscles gave him the look of an older guy, a college student, maybe, a man among boys. Kimi couldn’t stop looking at him, and even Emily had to make a conscious effort not to stare.

“Sara,” said Phil. “You guys hung out all the time, right?”

“We trained together,” said Cameron. “But knowing someone? That’s entirely different.”

“Sure,” said Phil. He seemed almost scared of Cameron. “That’s all I meant.”

Cameron turned to Emily. “Sara was—exceptional. I hope you know that.” He stared at her intensely for a moment, as if he could read her every thought with his eyes. Then he looked away.

All Emily could respond with was a muffled “Yeah.”

Luckily for her, Phil seemed more socially aware than most. Reading the discomfort on Emily’s face, he quickly segued to a new topic. “Uh, so has anyone heard that new mashup of Lady Gaga and Mozart?
Totally
sick.” Maybe he was smarter than Kimi’s spreadsheet gave him credit for.

Gradually, Emily’s shoulders relaxed, and she started breathing normally. Still, as lunch continued and more people started to sit down, she wondered how many had known Sara, and throughout the rest of the meal, she noticed Cameron alternately studying her face and avoiding eye contact.

Phil stayed off the subject of Sara for the rest of lunch as he introduced Emily and Kimi to other members of the popular crowd. Many of them had heard about the article already, and the ones who hadn’t were impressed by Emily’s “future Olympian” credentials. A couple of guys even said they’d try to make it out to her next swim meet.

A few minutes later, Spencer showed up, and Phil introduced him to Emily. Spencer smiled and shook her hand. Without trying, he almost crushed her fingers with his grip. Up close, he was even more muscled than she’d realized before, like a high school version of the Incredible Hulk, minus the green skin.

“I know who you are,” he said. “Yogurt, right?”

Emily couldn’t believe it. Ben must have talked to Spencer about her.

“It’s too bad Ben’s not here,” said Spencer. “I’m sure he’d want to invite you to his party this Friday.”

“Where is he, anyway?” asked Lindsay, who had just taken a seat at the far end of the table.

“Home,” said Spencer, shaking his head. “Didn’t you see today’s paper?”

Spencer dug into his bag and pulled out a wrinkled copy of the day’s school paper. Its headline read:
SCHOOL CANCELED
FOR REMAINDER OF YEAR AMID FEARS OF IMMINENT ZOMBIE ATTACK
.

“He totally hacked the journalism class’s computers last night,” said Spencer, smiling proudly. “What I do to linemen out on the football field, he does to the school’s firewalls. Anyway, he’s suspended for the week. Normally, I think Principal McCormick would have sent him home for longer, but I guess she actually thought it was pretty funny.”

“That’s too bad he’ll have to miss the whole week,” said Emily.

“I guess you don’t know Ben,” said Spencer, taking out a sandwich. “His only regret is that it’s such a short vacation. He was hoping he’d be gone for at least a month. Well, maybe next time.”

The boys talked and joked, asking Emily about her dad’s medals and what famous athletes she’d met. They were careful not to bring up her sister.
Popular guys
, she realized,
are well liked for a reason. They’re unexpectedly nice. And funny. And, naturally, cute.
A warm sensation pulsed through her.
This must be how being popular feels
, she thought. She liked it.

The only one at the table who wasn’t smiling was Dominique. She’d finished her massive bucket of wings unnoticed and was now staring at the pile of bones in front of her, as if wishing she could devour Emily the same way.

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