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something, that was it.  He wasn’t the touchy feely type.
    Sarah turned to go into her room.  She planned to either cry where no one could see her until it was time to leave, or, if that didn’t make her feel better, to come up with a suitable means of revenge against her cheating ex-boyfriend and his slut.  Entering her room, she looked around and couldn’t help but notice the tons of Barry mementoes all over the place – the photos, the stuffed animal he’d won for her at the school fair, the valentine flowers he had given her this year that she had hung and dried, the empty box of chocolates from her birthday.  She felt a well of anger begin to build.  How could I have been so blind?
    ***
    Kevin planned to stay in his bedroom until he was sure his sister was gone.  She could be a serious pain in the butt when it came to talking about ‘feelings’ or ‘emotions’.  She didn’t get that even though they were twins and pretty close, nothing and no one was going to get him to talk about that crap.  
    He sat down on the bed and took his phone out of his pocket, looking at the text messages that had just been sent and received.
    I HEAR YOU WERE WITH BARRY JUST NOW. IS IT TRUE?
    YES … SORRY
    He flipped open the keypad and texted back:  SCREW YOU .  Then he went to her contact and deleted it – and all the pictures he had on his phone of her, even the one of her tits that he’d taken just last weekend when they were making out in his car near the park.  For him, there was no going back, no forgiveness.  Like he had said to Sarah earlier, there were plenty more chicks where this one had come from, and they were all the same too – worried about their hair, makeup and clothes, pretending that they enjoyed sports to get guys to like them back.  Fun to party with but annoying after more than a few hours.
    Deleting Gretchen off his phone made him feel better.  She was a fun girl, but he really didn’t care that she had cheated on him.  Sure it pissed him off – no guy likes that feeling that someone else was more attractive to his girl than he was, but he really didn’t like her that much.  She was cute and had a hot body, but she really didn’t have anything else going on.  It got old really quick listening to her talk.  He usually tuned her out after about ten minutes and then grunted or ‘mmm-hmmed’ every once in a while when it seemed like she was waiting for a response.
    As he looked back on his past few girlfriends, he realized that this pretty much described all of them.  He tended to go for the Barbie Doll look, not paying much attention to personality.  If the chemistry started flowing when he checked her out, she was a possible candidate.  His sister had once accused him of purposely picking the dumbest, shallowest girls to go out with.  At the time he’d disagreed, but making a more honest evaluation now, he thought there might be more than a grain of truth to that statement.  
    He shrugged his shoulders at this thought.  At least they aren’t too complicated.  I’ve got too much going on with rugby and potential college scholarships to worry about this chick garbage.  I’ve got plenty of time to get serious with the marrying kind.  
    Kevin had a theory.  There were girls who were the dating kind – like Gretchen – and there were girls who were the marrying kind.  So far, he hadn’t bothered to get to know any of those.  They were dangerous, in fact; they could distract him from what was important – his goals.  Besides … there was no point in hooking up with the marrying kind of girl, since he didn’t plan on settling down until he was done with college.  He had some serious wild oats to sow before then.
    He fell back onto his bed and laced his hands behind his head, imagining all the gorgeous single girls who were going to be on this cruise.  That instantly made him feel much better.  Lookout ladies, Kevin is back in business.   He smiled.  That shithead