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skate park after the play. I think I’ve spent more time watching skaters in the past many months than I have ever spent doing normal things that girls usually do. But Harry insists I hang out with him there. I think it’s more for Daisy’s benefit than his own. He confided in me one night about Daisy being out there while he’s doing his skater thing. He said he didn’t want to bore her to death, but really I think it has a lot more to do with Layne and Evan who light up whenever Daisy is around.
    Harry really has nothing to worry about when it comes to Daisy, but he’s a guy and guys get jealous.
    When we arrive, it’s easy to spot Daisy in the crowd. She has the prettiest golden blond hair and whenever she gets here before we do, she’s usually waiting near the parking lot for us.
    Psycho Cecilia loves Daisy to death and sometimes latches onto Daisy’s company whenever she shows up, so I brace myself just in case. But thankfully today doesn’t appear to be a Cecilia day—she’s almost more unbearable than Tori. But only almost. Thankfully we don’t have to suffer through her at school; she goes to some private school not far from here.
    Harry lifts Daisy off her feet and kisses her. They do their normal lovey-dovey stuff before Harry kisses her goodbye and heads out with the rest of the skaters.
    “I see he dragged you out here again,” Daisy says, pulling me into a hug.
    “Nah, I don’t mind at all really,” I say and we start to head to our usual spot near the concrete skate bowl. “What else am I going to do to pass the time?”
    Daisy tosses her arm around my shoulder and we walk a little farther, finally taking a seat on the grassy hill about fifteen feet from the concrete.
    “How’s your uncle holding out at home?”
    I sigh, sitting down next to her and drawing my knees toward me. “It’s weird having him rolling around the house in a wheelchair. Beverlee converted the downstairs bedroom that used to be her crafts area, into their new room.”
    “Oh yeah,” Daisy says with a small grimace, “I guess he can’t very well make it upstairs right now.”
    I shake my head solemnly.
    There’s a ton of people out here tonight and not just regulars; seems most of the people who used to hang out at The Cove on the river have migrated over here, too. Last month, The Cove got busted. Cops were everywhere and from what I hear, about six people were arrested that night.
    It sucks because the people that hang out at The Cove are a different breed than we are around here. And it shows more blatantly than Tori’s girly parts underneath her skimpy, flashy wardrobe choices. The Cove people like to walk around with a beer bottle super-glued to one hand and the girls are a lot more open about their sexual preferences, and more nauseatingly, their availability.
    “ Oh no ,” Daisy says, covertly averting her eyes to the left and I immediately look over. “No…don’t look !” she whispers harshly. “It might draw her over here and honestly I think that girl gives me mini anxiety attacks.”
    Cecilia, still as annoying as ever, is walking through a small group of Cove people all standing around with their girlfriends latched on their sides.
    “She’s harmless, Daisy,” I say, though agreeing with her about not wanting to draw attention to ourselves.
    Cecilia’s smile lights up when she spots us; two deep dimples carving into her cheeks as she walks toward us. She has a pixie haircut a lot like Zia’s, except her hair is plain-Jane brown and she hasn’t got the same perfect handle on her style as Zia does.
    No one’s hair is as perfect as Zia’s.
    “Here-she-comes,” I say harmoniously under my breath.
    The girl isn’t so bad, she just has an extreme personality that for some, is hard to overlook. When I first met her last September, she probably jotted me down on her List of Girls to Hate Just Because, until she saw me punch William Vargas in the mouth and I was suddenly her best friend.
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