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Mallory is digging through
her closet for her other shoe, I hesitantly down the drink.
    “Okay, lets go,” I tell her.
    She blinks up at me, holding her
shoe. “Wait, you drank the whole thing?”
    I shrug. “Yeah, you said there was
like virtually no alcohol in it.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
    Man, I hate her.
    She gives a little laugh. “This is
going to be Garrett’s lucky night.”

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 20

 
 
    When we get to the party, Mallory
has me wait in a room upstairs, since I feel sort of dizzy.
    “I’ll find Garrett and have him
come up here to you,” she says helpfully. She instructs, “Wait here.”
    “Okay,” I tell her, appreciating
her being so helpful, since for some reason the room is kind of spinning. I
feel like if I had to roam around the party looking for him I’d probably fall
down or something.
    So. Weird.
    While I’m laying on the bed, I get
this bright idea—maybe I’ll have SEX with Garrett!! Suddenly, it seems
like it would be super fun. After all Garrett is crazy hot. And sooo not gay.
And he’s “The Giver.”
    Yeaaah,
I want my first time to be with Garrett! Why not right here? In this room.
Tonight.
    Right as I formulate this awesome
plan, Garrett enters the room. I scramble off the bed and try to do a sexy
pose, then realize it would have been sexier on the bed. D’oh. Oh well, I
strike my best sexy pose, holding onto the bedpost. But even clutching it I
feel like I might keel over. Of course that might be from the way he’s looking
at me.
    He eyes me with a puzzled smile.
“You’re dressed … different.”
    I try to sound all sexy. “Am I?”
    He nods, looking even more puzzled.
“Mallory said you wanted to talk to me.”
    “No,” I tell him, grabbing him by
his collar. “I want to kiss you.”
    “Wait,” he grabs me by my wrists,
dodging my efforts to get my mouth on his. He cocks his head to be eye-level
with me. “Are you drunk?!”
    I don’t answer. Things aren’t going the way I planned. Never in
a million years did I think he
would fight off my kisses. I become
more insistent.
    And change tactics.
    Seductive,
Brandy , I remind myself.
    As I run my fingers through his
awesome hair, I see his eyes go dreamy. Like this is a dream come true for him
or something. (Ha!) ( Sooo not gay!) I
can work with this. Slowly, slowly I bring his hesitant face down, drawing his
mouth near mine, then—wham! I crash my lips on his. I feel his intake of
breath and his heart speed up and his hungry mouth give in to mine, surrendering.
For a glorious moment he’s kissing me back yummily. But only for a second. Then
he makes a tortured groan noise and drags his awesome mouth from mine.
    “Bandy, I can’t do this. I want
to—bad. But you’re drunk.”
    I pout. “Only a little. It’s
Mallory’s fault,” I explain to him inanely. “She gave me this fruity drink
because she said I’m uptight. So she gave me a drink to relax me when she let
me borrow clothes she said you would like.”
    I tilt my head up at him. “Do you
like them?”
    He peeks down at me a second, then
nods slowly, his eyes looking hungry. “I do. Yeah,” he murmurs.
    Then he squints at me.
“Wait—you’re dressed like this for me?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    While he looks stunned, I start
kissing him again. This time he doesn’t keep me at arm’s length. Instead, he
tangles his hands in my hair, kissing me back with fervent passion, sending me
into a furnace of heat.
    Holy smokes!!!
    I’m on fire.
    And in heaven.
    He edges me towards the bed.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 21

 
 
    I wake up confused, my head
throbbing. Great, I’m sick.
    I crack my eyes open (ouch!!).
    Whoa!! Where am I?? I blink and gaze around the room. Weird. Seriously, where am I???
    I have no idea.
    The sun is peeking through the
curtains of the windows, sooo … at least I know that—it’s not night.
That’s the only clue I have about … anything.
    I rub my eyes, trying to form a
coherent thought.
    Then— wham!
    My heart