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about anything since they’d arrived in California. “Mom, Dani’s been going to parties for years. You can’t change the rules just because we moved.”
    His mom sighed, still unsure.
    “And besides,” Jason added. “I’ll be there to keep an eye on her.”
    “Okay. But be careful,” Mrs. Freeman reluctantly agreed. “I hope I don’t regret this.”
    I hope I don’t regret it, Jason thought.
     
    “Dani, we’re going to be late,” Jason called up the stairs on Saturday night. He was talking late late, not just don’t-want-to-look-desperate late. He’d been sitting on the couch for half an hour, waiting for Dani and Kristy to finish getting ready.
    “What do you think?” Dani asked as she came down the stairs. She did a turn in front of him. “Too slutty?”
    “Oh, that is so not a question you ask an older brother. An older brother does not even want to hear the word ‘slutty’ come out of his sister’s mouth,” Jason replied, covering his ears in mock horror. Then he looked at her outfit. It was a tight, short T-shirt and some kind of ruffled miniskirt.
    “It’s a Stella McCartney. How can it not be perfection?” Kristy demanded from the stairs. She was wearing almost the same outfit in different colors and had her shoulder-length blond hair styled just like Dani’s. “Besides, it’s a beach party.”
    “Fine, then. It’s great. Wear it.” Jason stood up. “Let’s go.”
    “No, now you’ve ruined it for me. I have to change,” Dani said.
    “How did I ruin it for you? I didn’t even say anything!” Jason protested.
    But Dani had disappeared up the stairs, taking Kristy with her.
    Jason sank back down with a sigh. Maybe it didn’t matter how late they were. He had a feeling that this party would run all night. The way kids at school had been talking about it for the whole week, you’d think Brad’s parties were the wildest bashes ever thrown, with people hooking up on the beach until sunrise. He was curious to see if the reality lived up to the hype.
    He grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV. There was never anything good on, on Saturday nights, but he had to distract himself somehow. He couldn’t just keep staring at the wall until Dani was finally ready. Why did girls work so hard at their clothes, anyway? Were they all like that? Was Sienna? He wondered if she’d be wearing some little Stella McCartney skirt to the party. He wouldn’t mind seeing her in that. Then again, maybe she’d just wear a bathing suit—it was a beach party, after all. Would she wear a bikini?
    “Dani!” Jason yelled. “We’re leaving. Now!”
     
    “Valet parking?” Jason murmured as a guy in a white jacket waved him to a stop in Brad’s car-studded driveway.
    “Of course,” Kristy said. She shoved open her door and tumbled out of the convertible, followed by Dani. The two of them took off toward the house without a backward glance. Jason gave the valet his keys and looked around. The house was a Spanish-style mansion with a red tile roof. And glass. Lots of glass. Floor to ceiling, in some places.
    It didn’t look much like a beach house. He’d always pictured them as sort of small and rustic. Places you could track sand into, where you could let your bathing suit dry on the porch rail and leave giant towels lying around. But this place oozed elegance.
    Remember your mission, Jason told himself as he walked up the granite path. You are here to meet girls who go to your school. Unattached girls. Converse with them. Share a beverage. That sort of thing.
    “The newbie gets his first look at a hot Malibu party,” a voice said from behind him. Jason glanced over his shoulder to see Adam with his camera. “Stay right there.” He circled Jason, filming him from all sides.
    “I’m beginning to suspect that your movie’s about me,” Jason cracked.
    “It would be classic,” Adam replied. He turned off the camera and walked with Jason toward the house. “A stranger arrives in town and