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out for Issa as if she were his own little sister. Sometimes it drove her crazy, but today she was happy he’d insisted on coming over and sitting with her.
    â€œCan we change the subject?” Issa asked. “I don’t want to waste another moment on this. He deserves everything that’s coming to him.”
    â€œOf course,” Ishaan said. “You’re completely over him, right?” he repeated. “Never going to think of him again.”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    â€œGood. Great. How about we—”
    â€œDumped for Cat Morena!” Issa burst out. “It had to be Cat Morena! The one person I can’t stand on this whole earth! Girl thinks baklava comes out of volcanoes. So she drives a Lotus and wears those trashy four-inch-heeled boots that cost more than our mortgage. Is that really so great? You’re a guy, Ishaan, do you think she’s all that?”
    â€œUh—”
    Issa hurried on, afraid to hear his answer. “And who invites every guy she dates over for a ‘dip’ in her dad’s hot tub? She’s a tramp!”
    â€œBut you’re over him, remember?”
    Issa gritted her teeth and stewed. She was over him. A smart girl like her was never again going to be hung up on some guy. She wasn’t a typical moronic teenager and certainly wasn’t going to start acting like one now. And if Adam was stupid enough to believe whatever Cat had told him, well, he definitely wasn’t the Adam she had loved.
    â€œI don’t care what he does,” she said. “I just always thought Adam would be too smart to fall for those kinds of girls.” She realized she sounded petty, stupid…and jealous. But she had to let it all out. “Whatever. Let him have his fun. I give him a week before he comes crawling back. Then I’ll be the one having fun. Hmm, how many ways can you say, ‘Go to hell’? I’ll tell him in other languages. Do we have an international thesaurus up in here?”
    â€œIz—” Ishaan was interrupted by the Maroon 5 ring tone of Issa’s cell phone. She swore she saw a hint of a smile on his lips as he handed over the phone. “Here. I gotta go anyway. Gigi said she’d stop by and see you after cheer practice.”
    â€œDon’t laugh at me!” she yelled as Ishaan left the room. “I’m over him. I hate him. If this is him, I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”
    â€œIt’s your mom. She’s picking you up for some surprise, remember?” Ishaan paused in her doorway. “Go out and have fun. This day can’t get any worse, right?”
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    â€œThis better be a good surprise, Mama,” Issa said, sliding into the passenger side of Alisha’s rust-colored Toyota Corolla. “I’m really not in the mood today.”
    Alisha tapped the steering wheel in tune to the radio, the silver bangles on her wrists jangling. “I think you’ll like this one, oh, favorite daughter.”
    Hmph. Alisha’s teasing. Never a care in the world for Alisha. Sometimes Issa swore she was the mother and Alisha the daughter. Times like this it annoyed her. Why couldn’t she have a normal mother? One who fed her chicken soup and let her hide under the covers for a week.
    â€œWhatever.” Issa sighed and faced out the passenger-side window.
    â€œHey, kiddo, are you okay?” Alisha asked, turning Issa’s chin toward her. “Have you been crying?”
    Issa hesitated. Right now she just wanted to stop thinking about it. If Issa started on the pity party now, Alisha would be furious with Adam. She would threaten to kick his sorry ass. And the surprise would be ruined.
    I’ll tell her afterward, Issa decided. “No, I’m fine. Don’t want to talk about it right now.”
    Alisha still looked concerned. “You sure, babe? We can do this later if you want.”
    â€œNo, no. I—never mind. What’s