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the sweat and blood of basket boys；” Robbie grumbled。
Mrs。 Simmons sighed。 “Robbie； someday when your children go to school here； you'll
understand。 For now； please just vote for whoever you think
will earn a high bid。 And class；” she added； “we're down to nine minutes。”
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The room fell quiet。 And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eighth…grade
boys； I realized that to me； there had only ever been one
boy。 To me； there had only been Bryce。
I didn't let myself get sentimental。 I had liked him for all the wrong reasons； and I certainly
wasn't going to vote for him now。 But I didn't know who
else to vote for。 I looked at Mrs。 Simmons； who was eagle…eyeing the class between glances
at the clock。 What if I didn't choose anybody？ What if I
just turned it in blank？
She'd give me detention； that's what。 So with two minutes left to go； I put dots next to the
boys I knew who weren't jerks or clowns； but were just
nice。 When I was through； there were all of ten names with dots； and of those I circled five：
Ryan Noll； Vince Olson； Adrian Iglesias； Ian Lai； and Jon
Trulock。 They wouldn't make basket boy； but then I wouldn't be bidding； so it didn't really
matter。 At the bell I handed over my ballot and forgot all
about the auction。
Until lunchtime the next day； that is。 Darla cut me off on my way to the library and dragged
me over to her table instead。 “Have you seen the list？”
she asked。
“What list？”
“The list of basket boys！” She shoved a scrawled copy of twenty names in front of me and
looked around。 “Your main dish is on it！”
Five from the top； there it was—Bryce Losk
