"You're friends with Dylan Ward, aren't you?"
Schuyler shrugged. "Yeah. What about him?" She checked her watch. The second bell was going to ring soon, and kids from her class were already hurrying up the stairs to the lower court gyms.
"I just - do you know him well?"
Schuyler shrugged again. She wasn't sure what Bliss was asking. Of course she knew him well. She and Oliver were his only friends.
"I've heard rumors," Bliss said, looking around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.
"Oh yeah, what?" Schuyler raised an eyebrow. She stuffed her sweatshirt in her locker.
"Well, that he was involved in some accident with some girl in Connecticut this summer - "
"I haven't heard anything about that," Schuyler said, cutting her off. "But people around here talk about everybody. Do you really believe that story?"
Bliss looked shocked. "Not at all! I don't believe it one bit."
"Look, I should go," Schuyler said brusquely, shouldering her tennis racket and walking away.
"Hold on," Bliss called, walking next to Schuyler and hurrying to keep up as Schuyler loped up the stairs.
"What?"
"I just ... I mean ..." Bliss shrugged. "I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. My bad, okay? Can we start over? Please?"
Schuyler narrowed her eyes. The second bell rang. "I'm late," she said flatly.
"It's just, we went to the Met the other day and I thought we had a really nice time, but I don't know, he hasn't spoken to me since," Bliss explained. "Do you know if he has a girlfriend or anything?"
Schuyler sighed. If she was late for class her grandmother would get a note. Duchesne didn't have anything like ?detention?; the only punishments it meted out were tattletale notes home to overly involved parents who would commit hara-kiri if their kids didn't get into Harvard. She looked at Bliss, taking in her nervous demeanor and hopeful smile.
Reluctantly, Schuyler came to the conclusion that maybe Bliss wasn't one of those Mimi clones after all. She didn't have pin-straight blond hair or sport an obnoxious "Team Force" insignia on her gym hoodie like the rest of Mimi's gang, for one. "As far as I know, he isn't dating anybody. He did mention meeting someone the other night at a club..." Schuyler allowed finally, watching Bliss's reaction.
Bliss blushed.
"I thought so." Schuyler nodded. Against her better judgment, she found herself relenting. If Dylan had taken her to the Met, Bliss really couldn't be all bad. Schuyler wasn't sure Mimi would even know what the Met was. Mimi's life revolved around shopping and getting into VIP rooms. She probably thought "the Met" was some kind of nightclub.
"If you want my advice, take it easy on him. I think he really likes you," she said, giving Bliss a sympathetic smirk.
"He does? I mean, he's talked about me?"
Schuyler rolled her shoulders. "It's really none of my business," she said, hesitating.
"What?"
"Well, I doubt he'd mind if you asked him to the fall dance. He probably would never even think of going himself, but he might go if you asked."
Bliss smiled. The dance was tomorrow night. She could do that. Her parents would have to let her go - it was a school event, and there were bound to be tons of chaperones there to appease their anxiety. "Thanks."
"No problem," Schuyler said, running up the stairs without giving Bliss a backward glance.
Struck by the idea, Bliss scribbled a quick note and tore off the paper from her binder. She carefully removed all the broken bits on the side, spritzed it with her perfume, and stuffed it in Dylan's locker.
She was shocked at her brazenness. She had never needed to pursue a boy before. But there's always a first time for everything.