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right now. She felt too unsettled, too frightened.
    Delia stared into Vincent’s dark brown eyes. “I think Karina truly believes you are her boyfriend. She has convinced herself that I’m trying to take you away from her. “
    Vincent shook his head. “Don’t worry about Karina. She’s basically okay.”
    Delia stiffened. He thought Karina was basically okay after what she did to Delia? Delia still had bruises around her throat—and a bandage on her torn ear!
    How did he know so much about Karina anyway?
    Did he feel sorry for her?
    Don’t be ridiculous, Delia told herself. Vincent doesn’t care about Karina. He only cares about me.
    She wrapped her arms around Vincent’s neck and rubbed her cheek against his. “You won’t let this thing with Karina come between us will you?”
    â€œForget about Karina!” Vincent snapped. He turned and kissed her. His lips felt hard. Tense.
    She ran her fingers through his hair. Delia felt her lipstick smearing, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything. Except Vincent.
    And the Conklin Award.
    â€œVincent …” Delia pushed him away and studied his face. “You’ll come visit me if I go to college in New York, right?” she asked. “You—”
    Delia’s words stuck in her throat.
    She stared over Vincent’s shoulder.
    And gasped. “Vincent! Someone is watching us!”

Chapter
    6

    â€œO h, Vincent!” a high voice cried.
    Karina?
    In my house? Delia wondered.
    The lamp on the end table clicked on. Delia’s fifteen-year-old sister, Sarah, stood behind it.
    â€œOh, Vincent!” Sarah mimicked in a high, swooning voice. “Karina is going to come between us. Vincent, promise me she won’t!”
    â€œSarah! You little creep!”
    Delia leaped off the couch and grabbed her sister’s arm. “You’re not funny! You’re really not funny at all! What are you doing in here?”
    Sarah pushed Delia away. “It’s my house too,” she sneered. “I don’t need your permission to be here.”
    Delia narrowed her eyes at her sister. Sometimes she couldn’t even believe they were related. They were about the same height, with the same dark hair and brown eyes.
    But Sarah had no clue about makeup or how to dress. Tonight she wore baggy jeans and an ancient Girl Scout T-shirt that said “Make New Friends but Keep the Old” across the front in big green letters.
    Delia rolled her eyes. What was Sarah’s problem?
    â€œYou’re supposed to be at swimming practice,” she told her sister. “What are you doing home? Why don’t you go get a life instead of spying on us?”
    Sarah stuck out her tongue at Delia.
    â€œOh, real mature!” Delia snapped. “Are you fifteen or five?”
    â€œFive,” Sarah shot back. “Like your IQ.”
    â€œCome on, guys,” Vincent interrupted. He stood up. “Give us a break, Sarah. We’re trying to talk.”
    â€œHow can you talk with your lips pressed together?” Sarah replied nastily. She laughed at her own cleverness.
    â€œYou’re just jealous,” Delia snapped. “Because you haven’t been out with a guy all year!”
    Sarah gasped.
    Delia instantly regretted her words.
    I shouldn’t have said that, she scolded herself. Sarah is so sensitive about how the guys at Shadyside aren’t interested in her.
    â€œSatisfied?” Sarah snapped at Delia. “Satisfied now that you’ve totally embarrassed me in front of Vincent? Are you happy now?”
    â€œI’m sorry—” Delia started.
    But her sister didn’t let her get the words out. “I hate you!” Sarah screamed.
    With an angry cry, Sarah kicked the portrait of Gabe. It toppled over onto its face. The drawing of Britty skittered across the floor.
    â€œLeave those alone!” Delia cried. “I need those