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just doesn’t get me, you
    know. I want a guy who gets me.”
    “Oh, I know,” I told her, feeling drowsier by the second.
    “He thinks my fashion stuff is stupid. He thinks I should
    be a cheerleader, but I think cheerleaders are stupid. Cuz
    they are. And he won’t take no for an answer.”
    I eyed her careful y, speaking through a thick, dry mouth.
    “What do you mean he won’t take no? Is he pressuring you
    to have sex?”
    Her cheeks flamed and I knew the answer was yes. Ever
    since I had found condoms in Ada’s drawer, I thought she
    was already having sex. The fact that she wasn’t brought a
    wave of relief to my tired soul.
    “Ada, the guy is not for you. Not only should he respect
    your wishes, but he sounds like a douchebag. And believe
    me, I know douchebags. You need someone who likes you
    no matter what. Your fashion, your ideas, your blog, your
    scary mood swings, your secret love of Japanese pop
    music and your aversion to physical activity. Everything.”
    She looked at me with shy eyes. “I just want to be liked
    for me.”
    Her honesty pinched my heart. “I know. Everyone does.”
    “Have you ever had that? Had someone who liked you
    for everything that you are? You know, without shady
    motives?”
    I gave her a sad, drug-induced smile. “No. I haven’t.”
    Her face fel . It matched the sinking feeling in my heart.
    “But it doesn’t mean I won’t,” I added with some
    sincerity.
    “Even when they find out about your…um, powers?”
    It was startling to hear her address my ghost-hunting
    business as powers, especial y in such a serious tone of
    voice, but I guess she wasn’t al that wrong.
    “Wel . Now I’m thinking twice,” I joked, almost slurring.
    Ada opened her mouth to say something and then slowly
    shut it. She pursed her lips and let out a deep breath
    through her nose. There was something else on her mind.
    “What is it?” I asked lazily. Sleep was just seconds
    away.
    “What if…what if I’m just like you?”
    What the hell is that supposed to mean , I thought and
    fought to say it out loud to her. But my mouth was too weak
    to form words. My eyes closed and the formidable pul of
    slumber won.

CHAPTER THREE

    Despite the bouts of pain that stil stabbed me from time to
    time, I managed to show up to work the next afternoon,
    much to the surprise of Ash and Shay.
    “Honey, if you want to go home, go home,” Shay said to
    me as I put on my apron. “Ash said you were almost dead.”
    I rol ed my eyes and looked at Ash. “It wasn’t that bad.”
    “Perry, you nearly chewed through my seatbelt,” he said,
    widening his eyes believingly at Shay.
    “Your seatbelt is from 1982,” I told him. “It’s old.”
    “Hey, I’m from 1982,” Shay cried out. Shay wasn’t old by
    any means. With her bubbly personality, youthful Pakistani
    complexion and round face, Shay looked younger than I
    did. She was also the nicest boss ever, providing you didn’t
    get on her bad side.
    “1982? Nah, you mean 1992,” I said, covering up
    smoothly.
    Shay shook her head and let out a laugh. “OK, Scary
    Perry, if you say you’re fine, then I believe you. You certainly
    act fine.”
    The fact was I was faking it. The medication made me
    tired and even though it dul ed the pain, it was stil there. It’s
    a strange sensation to feel the throbbing but not the pain. It
    couldn’t be a good thing; my body surely knew that
    something was amiss in my nether regions. The only good
    thing I had going for me was that I got a fine sleep thanks to
    the Nyquil and I didn’t have to ride my motorbike Put-Put to
    work; my dad had a meeting at a church and said he’d drop
    me off. Both my parents were OK with me staying home but
    I could see I made my dad just a little bit proud when I told
    them I’d manage and that making a living was more
    important.
    Unfortunately, it wasn’t total bul shit.
    Anyway, I was soon sucked into the world of lattes and
    cash machines and overpriced pastries