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don’t care.”
    “Even if it’s Clueless ?”
    “Especially Clueless !”
    “You love it really,” I said, moving the phone between hands. “My dad’s home tonight as well.”
    “So, no kissing?”
    “Nothing,” I said. “Maybe a cuddle—on the couch.” I smiled at him.
    He raised an eye, still smiling into his phone. “I can see your tan at this angle.” He swiped his blond hair back with a hand. “I gotta finish this run. Call you later.”
    “Have fun,” I said. “Love you.”
    “Love you too,” he said before the video ended.
    The phone dropped to my chest. I hugged it close. He filled me with warmth; not the heat from the phone, or the warmer than usual temperature of my skin from the tanning bed, it was inside radiating outward.
    A paw attacked my arm. I craned my neck to see my cat, pawing my arm, a hint for me to move. Oreo was my cat, made up of black and white spots, a black patch over one eye and a white patch over the other. He was my cat-shaped Oreo. He leaped to my chest and sat staring.
    “What do you want?” I asked. He pushed his head forward and licked my nose, pulling back and staring again. “If you want feeding, ask mom.” I wrapped my arm around him as he laid on me.
    My phone buzzed beside him and his claws came out, nipping at my skin. “Little shit.” I pushed him away with the back of my hand. “Just my phone.” I shoved it at his nose. The phone buzzed again. He skittered away, scratching my arm again.
    It was a group chat, hitting me in full force, names popped up on my screen. The topic of conversation was decorating lockers. Char was seeing Benny on and off , he was one of Dylan’s friends. I noticed his name pop up a few times, and from what I could see, a few girls wanted his locker. Benny was the tallest on the team; I could see he was attractive, but not the appeal.
    Well, Dylan’s mine , I added to the chat.
    FYI Benny’s locker is mine, Char posted. Sorry to disappoint .
    When are you two going to be a thing? One of the juniors commented.
    On a second chat with Char, Ava, Libby, and Hannah, Char popped up. Did you see that? I know it’s no secret we had a fling. But do they have to be so thirsty?
    The shared expressions of sarcasm we’d pull when Char talked about Benny and their fling flooded my mind.
    But you’re not dating . Ava added.
    Yet! Char commented with an emoji of sass.
    Before I was called down for supper, everyone was all in agreement of the lockers. I’d had Dylan’s name cut out in the school colors, blue, white, and black. The school logo, and some pictures we’d taken, Dylan was in his jersey, and I was in my cheer uniform kissing his cheek. Of course, people knew he was mine, but I wanted to be on public display. Senior year was the year of prom, and every opportunity to show how we were the perfect couple, was an opportunity to be taken.
    My younger sister, Maddie stood at my bedroom door.
    “Oh. Zo.”
    “Yeah?”
    “I need a book to read for school.”
    I gestured to the shelves above my desk. I didn’t have much choice, among the Charlaine Harris and House of Night books, both of which, she wasn’t ready for. “What are you looking for?”
    “My friends are all reading The Hunger Games , but I don’t think mom wants me to. She said I can’t see the films.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Well, I have The Hunger Games if you want,” I said, playing the cool sister. “It won’t do you any harm, just don’t tell mom.”
    “Really?” She jumped at the shelf and pulled at the spine. “Thank you, thank you!”
    “Only sister, favorite sister,” I chuckled.
    “Girls,” mom called again.
    Over summer, I got most of my school reading in, so I’d barely touched any of my other books. The required reading list was longer each year, and I knew once school was in full swing, I wouldn’t have any time to read.
     
    Monday was the biggest day at school. It meant spirit and pep; we arrived early to decorate the lockers. Char had an