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"Good, that’s rin at her verbal pat on my head, because I love it when my mother’s proud of me--even if Iin for the gaht it’d be nice to take you boys to dinner You know, do that parent-spoiling thing a little"

"Spoiling’s good," I say, lifting a T-shirt froh It isn’t I toss it back into the closet and try the next one, which smells a little less ripe, so I pull it over ht Well, we have extra tickets, so if you--or your brother--you know…have anyone special you’d like to invite? We’d love to host them And have them join us for dinner, of course," she says, her voice in that super syrupy tone that she started to have the first tih dance My irls She’s a romantic And it’s always driven me nuts, which is why I never take the bait and always show up alone Every tiht, we’ll see," I shrug her suggestive questioning off because I haven’t asked Cass yet And I still ht not I feel like I need toto toss her into the equation with h a little ination

"Nate, too," she says, adding that last part because she kno burned Nate was after his breakup with his high school girlfriend, Sadie She was a bitch, and she proved ht about her when she cheated on my brother with his best friend

"Yeah, yeah," I say So are ushy, o, okay? Send cookies And by cookies, I mean money Love you!"

"Love you too, Tyson," she says, and I hold out hope "Oh, and bake your own cookies…sweetheart"

Darin on my face I wore it all the way back to our roohten out my lips and come across indifferent when I open our dorm-room door, I can’t I’ht," Paige teases, still pri herself at the mirror I saw her slip out of Nate and Ty’s room a little before ood to be there, warainst his chest He did that thing where a guy strokes a girl’s hair; at least, I think that’s a thing? I read about it, and I’ve seen it on TV and uy do that to me All of my intie, but I don’t lose the grin either Tossing my shoes to the corner, I pullit down on etting ready for class this week I’ e to ruin this

"What are you doing, Cass?"

She’s going to ruin this

I huff I literally huff, because the pressure boils in me so fast that it has to coh my nose as I shake my head My sister, the protector--she will never understand "I like hi for her to tell me about all of his flaws

"Seriously?" That’s all she can say in return, and the way she’s looking at e, unlike you, I don’t rule people out of my life based on superficial physical shit," I say sternly I’ve ramped up to pissed off now

"Oh, fuck you," she says, surprisingto spar withmy eyebrows, I ready myself for one hell of a one-sided debate, but she rabsabout the fact that he’s in a wheelchair, Cass My god, giveto force ive her credit when it co about his rep--everything I’ve heard about Tyson Preeter…the stories you have heard What other girls said at that party What the sororities said e took the tour our first day"