That he doesn't protest, doesn't do any of that not all men bullshit, or start spouting statistics at her meant to prove her wrong does a lot toward endearing him to her further and Maeve grins as she finds a bench and hops up to sit on the back of it, her boots on the seat.

"And that," she tells him through another mouthful of taco, "is why half the male population of Darrow High hates me. I don't even go there and I've already made enemies of them all."

She says this in a voice that suggests she doesn't care and for the most part she doesn't. Maeve has made friends here, people more like her than any of her friends had been back home. She misses Aimee's cheerful optimism and the way her light could bright just about any day, but she feels most like herself, most comfortable with Rue and Robin and Rosie.