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just insulted her. “Why would you ask me that?”
    Her reaction confuses me. I have no idea how that comment could have offended her. “Uh . . . have you never been asked out on a date before?”
    The scowl disappears from her face and she leans forward again. “Oh. You mean food. I’m sort of tired of Italian food, actually. Just got back from a seven-month exchange there. If you’re asking me out on a date, I’d rather have sushi.”
    “I’ve never had sushi,” I admit, trying to process the fact that I’m pretty sure she just agreed to go out on a date with me.
    “When?”
    This was way too easy. I figured she’d put up a fight and make me beg a little like Val always does. I love that she isn’t playing games. She’s straightforward and I like that about her already.
    “I can’t take you tonight,” I say. “I had my heart completely broken about an hour ago by a psychotic bitch and I need a little more time to recover from that relationship. How about tomorrow night?”
    “Tomorrow is Sunday,” she says.
    “Do you have an issue with Sundays?”
    She laughs. “Not really, I guess. It just seems odd to go on a first date on a Sunday night. Meet me here at seven o’clock, then.”
    “I’ll meet you at your front door,” I say. “And you might not want to tell Sky where you’re going unless you want to see me get my ass kicked.”
    “What’s to tell?” she says sarcastically. “It’s not like we’re going on a random Sunday night date or anything.”
    I smile and back away, slowly heading backward to my car. “It was nice to meet you, Six.”
    She places her hand on her window to pull it down. “Likewise. I think.”
    I laugh, then turn to head toward my car. I’m almost to the door when she calls my name. I spin back around and she’s leaning out her window.
    “I’m sorry about your broken heart,” she whispers loudly. She ducks back into her bedroom and the window closes.
    What broken heart? I’m pretty sure this is the first time my heart has actually felt any form of relief since the moment I started dating Val.

Chapter Two
    “Does this look okay?” I ask Chunk when I make it into the kitchen. She turns and looks me up and down, then shrugs.
    “I guess. Where ya going?”
    I step in front of one of the mirrors lining the hallway and check my hair again. “A date.”
    She groans, then turns back around to the table in front of her. “You’ve never cared before what you look like. You better not be proposing to her. I’ll divorce this family before I allow you to make her my sister.”
    My mother walks past me and pats me on the shoulder. “You look great, honey. I wouldn’t wear those shoes, though.”
    I look down at my shoes. “Why? What’s wrong with my shoes?”
    She opens a cabinet, takes out a pan, then turns to face me. Her eyes fall to my shoes again. “They’re too bright.” She turns and walks to the stove. “Shoes should never be neon.”
    “They’re yellow. Not neon.”
    “ Neon yellow,” Chunk says.
    “Not saying I think they’re ugly,” my mother says. “I just know Val, and Val is more than likely going to hate your shoes.”
    I walk to the kitchen counter and grab my keys, then put my cell phone in my pocket. “I don’t give a shit what Val thinks.”
    My mother turns and looks at me curiously. “Well you’re asking your thirteen-year-old sister if you look good enough for your date, so I think you kind of do care what Val thinks.”
    “I’m not going out with Val. I broke up with Val. I have a new date tonight.”
    Chunk’s arms go up in the air and she looks up to the ceiling. “Thank the Lord !” she proclaims loudly.
    My mother laughs and nods. “Yes. Thank the Lord,” she says, relieved. She turns back toward the stove and I can’t stop looking back and forth between the both of them.
    “What? Neither of you like Val?” I know Val is a bitch, but my family seemed to like her. Especially my mom. I honestly thought she’d