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Dad was sitting at the table eating a bowl of Raisin Bran when I came into the kitchen. “Morning, sunshine,” he said cheerfully. “How was the dance? I didn’t even notice you come in last night, but when Logan got home he peeped into your room and you were in there, fast asleep.”

“Yeah,” I said, sitting down across from him and pouring my own bowl of cereal. “You were watching a game when I got home. I didn’t want to bother you.”


“Aw, that’s all right. My team lost, anyway. So how was the dance?”

“Um.” I took a bite of cereal, chewing slowly to put this off as long as I could. “Actually, we should talk…. Where’s Logan?”

“Sleeping, I assume. He got in late last night.”

“Really? Why? Where was he?”

“Date.”

I narrowed my eyes at Dad. “With who?”

Dad sighed. “Logan’s a grown-up, remember? He doesn’t have to tell us whom he is going out with.”

“Fine,” I said, hoping it wasn’t Jenna, and poked my spoon at a raisin floating in my milk. “Okay, then I’ll just tell you alone, I guess.”

“Tell me what, sweetheart?”

Deep breath. One, two, three…

“Randy and I broke up last night.”

“Oh.” Dad hesitated before putting his spoon down on the table and focusing all his attention on me. I could already see the cloud of disappointment in his eyes. “Well, I know things can get dramatic at school dances. Maybe you’ll see him at school on Monday and you two will talk it over and—”

I shook my head. “No, Dad. It’s over. I’m not getting back together with him this time.” I pushed my bowl of cereal away from me, my appetite gone. “Sorry. I’m really sorry; I know you and Logan love him, and I know he’s like part of the family, but after last night… I’m sorry, Dad.”

“Lissa, honey, don’t apologize to me.” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. “What happened?”


I rubbed at the corners of my eyes with my free hand, feeling tears begin to spring up. “Last night at the dance, I caught him kissing another girl.” No need to go into the dirty details about the bathroom and the girl’s thong. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

“Hey, I said stop apologizing.” Dad squeezed my hand. “Listen, honey, Logan and I… We do think a lot of Randy. But if he doesn’t respect you, then he has lost our respect, okay?”

The tears were actually slipping down my cheeks now. So embarrassing. Maybe I had just been in too much shock last night to really cry, and sitting here, talking to Dad, it was finally hitting me. I hated it, though. I didn’t want to cry over Randy.

“But he was like a second son to you,” I reminded Dad. “He played football and watched games with you. He made you happy.”

“But making you this upset does not make me happy,” Dad said. “Lissa, what made me happiest about Randy was that, as far as I knew, he made you happy. Sure, it was nice that we had things in common, but that doesn’t matter in the long run. Who you date is your decision. If you want to date an unshaven, sports-loathing vegetarian poet, I’ll still be happy for you—just as long as you’re happy with it.”

I managed a crooked smile. “Even a soccer player?”

Dad laughed. “Even a soccer player… Though Logan may disagree on that one.”

“Well, he won’t even tell us who he’s dating, so he can just deal.”

Dad smiled and patted my hand before pulling his away and returning to his bowl of cereal. “I love you,” he said. “And I’ll welcome any boy you date with open arms. And if they hurt you,

I’ll… Well, I’ll make Logan think of some way to make them pay, because I’m pretty useless.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right. I do leave some mean shin bruises.”

I laughed and stood up to walk around the table. I wrapped my arms around Dad’s neck from behind and rested my chin on his shoulder. “Thank you, Dad. I just wish it hadn’t worked out this way. I know you loved him. You don’t have to deny it.”

“I’ll love the next one even more.”

I released Dad. “There may not be a next one. I’m giving up on boys.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” Dad looked over his shoulder at me. “But you’ll have another one in no time. I’m sure of it.”

“We’ll see.” I picked up my half-eaten bowl of cereal and took it to the sink. “But thanks. For being so sweet, I’ll let you have dessert after dinner tonight. What would you like me to make?”

“You’re making dinner?” Dad asked. “I thought your friends were coming over for a girl-slumber-over-sleep-party thing.”

I rinsed out my bowl. “Slumber party. And no. I have a feeling no one will show up tonight. Some other stuff happened after I caught Randy…. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about it, but I don’t think they’ll be talking to me for a while.”

“Even Chloe?”

“Especially Chloe.”

Just as the words left my mouth, the doorbell rang. I finished cleaning my bowl, wiped my hands on the dish towel, and headed into the living room. “Coming!” I shouted as the doorbell rang again.


“Rainbow Brite? Really, Lissa? How old are you?”

“Chloe?” I stared at her standing in the open doorway. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be—”

“Pissed at you? Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you, too. Why haven’t you been answering your cell? I called it, like, a gazillion times.”

“I haven’t heard it ring,” I told her, stepping aside so she could walk in. “I didn’t charge it when I came in last night, so it might be dead. I honestly wasn’t expecting anyone to call me today—except maybe Randy, and I don’t want to talk to him.”

“Ugh. Who would?” Chloe slipped off her sandals and positioned them neatly on the front mat, just the way I liked. “But whatever. Enough chitchat. You have, like, twenty girls showing up here in about four hours, and we have a lot to talk about and work to do before they get here.”

“Wait. What? Twenty girls? You mean they’re still coming?”

But Chloe was already halfway up the stairs to my bedroom.

I glanced toward Dad, who’d wheeled his chair into the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. I shrugged my shoulders, and he just smiled at me. “I’ll order pizza tonight,” he said. “Go have fun.”

“Thanks, Dad.” And I ran upstairs after Chloe.


chapter seventeen

“So why didn’t you tell me?” Chloe asked, perching on the edge of my bed as I folded a fresh load of laundry and put the clothes into my drawers.

“How was I supposed to tell you? I didn’t know he was cheating on me, either.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

I knew that, but I didn’t want to answer her real question.

“Lissa, how could you be a virgin? I mean, like… I thought you and Randy had been banging forever.”

“You make it sound so romantic.”

“Stop avoiding the question,” she insisted. “I’m dead serious. How could you lie to me?”

“I didn’t exactly lie,” I told her, bumping the open drawer shut with my hip. “I just never elaborated on the details of my sex life. I mean, we did other stuff.” I had to fight off a blush so Chloe wouldn’t make fun of me. “And anyway, I didn’t want to catch hell about it. I didn’t want anyone else to know that I was… scared. And I figured my secret was safe with Randy because he’d be embarrassed about the fact that he couldn’t get into my pants or whatever…. So much for that plan.”

“You’re scared? Like… of sex?”

I wondered if my cheeks were as red as they felt now. “Yes, I guess I am.”

Chloe cocked her head to one side and stared at me the same way you’d stare at a three-legged lion in the zoo.

“God, Chloe, don’t look at me like that. See, this is why I didn’t tell you.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just… surprised. It’s weird. Sex was never scary to me.” She paused. “So what about it do you find scary? Like, penises? Because I can see how those might be a little scary. Or is it the idea that the first time hurts? Or—”

“Oh, please stop,” I said, moving to sit down beside her on the bed. “No. Nothing like that. It’s… it’s letting someone that close to me. Physically and emotionally. Randy and I got close a few times, but… I chickened out. I’m afraid of letting someone have that kind of power over me. Not being in control is what scares me.”

“Wow,” Chloe said. “I’d never thought about it like that. See, for me, it’s the opposite.”

“What do you mean?”

“It makes me feel like I am in control,” she explained. “Like, I don’t know. I started fooling around a lot after my dad moved out, which makes me sound like I have lame daddy issues, but whatever. I wasn’t looking for pity; I was looking for something I could do on my own. Something I could own. My parents were dividing up all of their shit and fighting over stuff, and I couldn’t

do a thing about it. Then Mom and I had to move into our shitty apartment, and I felt like I had nothing. Nothing but my body. It’s the one thing I can control. For me, sex is my way of taking control of my body. I’m in charge. Don’t psychoanalyze me on all that or say you’re sorry about my family or anything. That’s not what I want. I just… I think it’s kind of interesting how we look at it so differently.”

“It is, I guess.” I sighed and leaned my head on her shoulder. “I hate boys.”

“I miss boys.”

Chloe helped me get the house ready for the next few hours. Once my room was clean, we dug out the chips and sodas I’d bought a few days earlier. I organized the cans of soda on my desk: diet to the left, caffeine-free in the middle, and regular on the right. I also wanted to arrange the chips, which Chloe had spread out on top of my dresser, but she restrained me.

“So I asked around about The Blonde,” she said, sitting down on my bed once the room was completely slumber party–ready. “She’s a sophomore. Her name is Autumn Elliot. What the hell kind of name is Autumn? Why don’t they just call her Fall or The Depressing Season When Everything Starts to Die.”

“It’s a pretty name, Chloe.”

“Fine,” she huffed. “But getting your freak on in a public bathroom? Who does that?”

“Um, Chloe…”

“Okay, fine. I’ve done that.” She flicked her hair over her
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