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his shorts around his ankle and his dick in my sister's mouth. It had nothing to do with me.
    “Oh.” I raised my eyebrows, an expression of mock horror on my face. “I'm Abby. Not Annika.”
    His cheeks colored. “I know that.”
    I breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew. OK. Good. Just didn't want you thinking...”
    “I know who you are, Abigail Sellers.” He crouched down, resting on his haunches, his face close to mine, his voice lowering to a whisper. “But last night, when I walked into that bathroom and someone followed me, I didn't.”
    I stared at him. “I'm not following.”
    “It doesn't make it OK,” he said. “Totally get that. But last night? I thought it was you.”
     
     
     
     
     

    SEVEN
     
     
    “ What the hell am I supposed to do with that little nugget of information?”
    Tana watched as Kevin crossed the sand to the stairs that led back up to the street. “Maybe he felt bad and just wanted you to know?”
    “He invited me to a menage a trois !”
    She nodded. “Well, he was probably drunk off his ass.”
    “And, I mean, what does that say about how he thinks of me?” I was incensed. “He really thought I—me? Abby?—would just hook up and suck him off in the fucking bathroom at Adam Mularkey's house?”
    “ Whoa. Calm down.”
    She knew I was pissed. I rarely cussed. It was one of Annika's bad habits, and one that I tried to steer clear of, if only to find a way to distance myself from her, to make me as unlike her as possible.
    “He's such an ass.”
    “ Or maybe he just meant he wanted to hook up with you ,” Tana said. “Which, by the way, is kinda why you went upstairs in the first place.”
    I frowned, even though she was right. I wasn't mad at him. I was mad at Annika. He probably had been drunk off his ass. That didn't excuse the act, but it also didn't justify my treating him like a criminal, either.
    But no one ever said I was rational.
    “ Anyway,” I said, changing the subject. I was done thinking about Kevin Swigert. Done. “Come to Mesa with me in the morning.”
    “ You want me to accompany you to Harvard on the Hill?” she said, grinning. “Wait. Can I still call it that if you're going there?”
    We'd mocked Mesa Community College for years. Harvard on the Hill. Thirteenth Grade. So witty. But it didn't seem so funny now that I was planning on enrolling there.
    “You can call it whatever you'd like as long as you come with me,” I said. “I don't wanna fly solo.”
    “ I thought that's actually why you were going there.”
    I swatted her arm. “You know what I mean.”
    She adjusted her sunglasses. “Okay. I'll be your wingwoman.”
    “ You're the best.”
    “ I really am.” Her mouth twisted into a sly grin. “What do you think Annika is going to say? Now that you've been given the green light by the parentals?”
    “ About me not going to State?” I said. She'd already overheard the conversation with my dad but she didn't know I'd talked to them and gotten approval to switch gears. “Who cares? She'll probably make some snide remark and then hound me incessantly. And I'm going to ignore her. Completely. Drive her nosy butt nuts.”
    Tana held up her hand and I high-fived it.
    And that's exactly what I did. Annika was already waiting when I got home. She followed me into my room, peppering me with questions. I answered all of them with a shrug and a stone face. Few things got to Annika like my refusal to engage and I played it to perfection, watching her face get redder and angrier as the night went on. When she slammed my door after one last attempt before bed, I knew I was in for a great night of sleep.
    ***
    I was out the door early the next morning, rested and in a good mood. It felt like the beginning of something big for me, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. For the first time in a long time, I felt focused, energized.
    I picked up Tana and we made the short drive over to Mesa. I'd been there maybe twice in my life, but had