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goes into an ADHD coma and hyperfocuses on the game.
    Needless to say, gaming with her isn't
fun.
    With her, not much is fun in the
traditional sense of the word, but I still love it. It’s an escape from my
life, sort of how being with me is an escape for her.
    She does the weirdest things for fun.
    When we were little I rented a cruise
ship for a birthday party, whereas her birthdays were small and homemade.
    I took us shopping around the world, and she
made us read Sweet Valley Highs together, some old books her mom had. Then we
had to play Sweet Valley High with our Barbies. She always got to be the nerdy
sister and I was the slutty one.
    It mirrored our real lives.
    Not that we could have ever passed for
twins.
    I’m her opposite, with my tawny hair,
dark-green eyes, and tanned skin. Not to mention, I’m way taller than she is.
    “So why are we at this club, like whose
is it?”
    “My dad’s friend’s son just opened it not
too long ago. He asked if I would show up and be visible to entice others to
come.”
    “I can’t believe the rest of the world
believes we’d just hang out here, clubbing. We just graduated high school for
God’s sake.” She laughs. “My mom would hate this place. Hate me being in this
place. Hate me.”
    “She hates everything. Your mom is being
a dictator lately so who cares what she hates? Her cockblocking on us being at
college together is bullshit. She and I are friends off right now. I don't
understand why my dad can’t just pay for you to go to Columbia with me?”
    “Trust me, you and my mother were never
friends on, and I never even applied to Columbia.” Her cheeks flush. “Don’t
even say it. You can’t buy my way in and pay my way in life. This isn't Pretty Woman, I’m not your hooker.”
    “Yeah, you are.”
    “Whatever.” She laughs. “That's just not
how it’s done, not in the real world. Besides, I want to stay home for a few
more years. My dad needs me to run interference. Imagine him all alone with
her?”
    She’s lying but this isn’t the moment to
fight about it, again. I’ve been hounding her all summer over her mother making
her stay home and go to community college for her graphic art degree. Her
entire future is currently at risk. But I refuse to allow this to be how it
plays out.
    I have plans for her. Thinking about them
I almost do the villain finger pyramid and laugh maniacally. Almost.
    “So what’s up with Colin?” Her eyes dart
to my phone.
    “I sent the breakup text.”
    “Classy. A text. I thought you’d call at
least, call him out on the Tinder thing.”
    “He doesn’t answer his phone. The Tinder
thing is gross but the relationship never would have worked anyway. He’s a
pothead and boring as hell. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months
now, and the few times we hung out, he played Halo with you more than he spoke to me.”
    “Don’t diss Halo.”
    “I just don’t understand recreational
drug use if it makes you more boring. He’s a slug. Good luck to the Tinder
girls. Maybe he’ll find a nice stoner to chill with.”
    “Did you guys even have sex?”
    “I had sex a couple of times while we
were dating but not with him. I think the weed has killed his sex drive. Waste
of talent and time. What nineteen-year-old boy doesn’t like sex?”
    “Speaking of wasting time, we should just
go dance and pretend like we’re having fun. Your dad’s son’s dog’s boss would
want that. Plus, then we can leave sooner.” She glances at the dance floor with
a look of annoyance, but it only lasts a flash before her eyes perk up. “Oh my
God.”
    I don't even have to turn my head or ask
who she sees.
    And there’s only one guy who can evoke the
look on her face or the excitement in her voice.
    William “Douche Nozzle”
Fairfield.
    I almost sneer and tell her we can go
home like she wants, but when I glance in his direction he’s too close for us
to fight it. He’s already walking our way.
    “Oh good,” I add,