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thing?” Her voice
sounded so small and sad, but I ignored it.
    “ Nope,” I repeated. “But,
look, I’m gonna hop in the shower. And you’ve probably got better
things to do than wait around for me.”
    “ I guess,” Jane
mumbled.
    She looked totally dejected, but I figured
that in a few short hours, she’d probably be drunk and dancing
topless on some poor guy’s table. It was kinda hard to feel sorry
for her.
    After she finally pulled herself together
and left, Milo questioned me about Jack. It took a little while,
but I managed to convince him that everything was okay.
Reluctantly, he dropped the subject and allowed me to take a
shower.
    The hot water felt good on my skin, and I
let my thoughts wander to where I had left off last night.
Something Jane said, about how in love she was with Jack even
though she couldn’t think of a single reason why, stuck in my
head.
    That’s when it hit me. Jack, the way I saw
Jack – attractive with a boyish charm – that’s who he really was.
What everyone else saw, like Jane and the waitress at the diner,
they were just responding to something that wasn’t real. The
pheromones or whatever created some kind of illusion.
    But maybe I wasn’t immune. Maybe there was
nothing spectacular about Jack at all, but I was just responding to
it on a smaller scale. Maybe I was falling for the same trap Jane
was.

    - 4 -
    The television channel TNT, in its infinite
wisdom, had a John Hughes marathon running on all day. Milo, who
had never understood the appeal of Molly Ringwald, watched them
with me. He tried to convince me to watch something else, but I was
stronger than him and manhandled the remote.
    We started onto our second
viewing of Pretty in Pink when my cell phone started to jingle. It was
going on midnight and I assumed it was Jane calling for some kind
of sober cab service (even though I did not possess a car), but I
picked up my phone off the coffee table anyway.
    Instead, I found a text message from
Jack.
    So. You haven’t texted me.
    You’re very
observant. I responded.
    My plan was to try to be indifferent. I
didn’t appreciate the idea that I had probably fallen victim to
some kind of spell or hormonal manipulation.
    Does that mean you don’t want to be
friends?
    He actually typed that, like a note I’d get
in the first grade. Something about that completely endeared him to
me, and since I couldn’t smell or see him, I decided that must mean
that I actually liked him.
    No. I do. Definitely.
    “ Who is that?” Milo asked
with an edge to his voice. He was sitting at the other end of the
couch from me, and he leaned over so he could look at my phone, but
I turned it away from him. “It’s that Jack guy, right?”
    “ You do realize it’s
perfectly legal for me to text members of the opposite sex.” I gave
Milo a hard look and he just shook his head.
    “ Whatever,” Milo said and
turned his attention back to the movie. My phone rang again, and
Milo made a humph sound.
    Excellent. Wanna do
something ? Jack messaged.
    What did you have in mind?
    Anything. Everything. The
city is our oyster! Jack texted
back.
    That sounds pretty
ambitious. I replied, but it did sound
exciting.
    It is. So can you be ready
in like fifteen minutes ? Jack
asked.
    Sure. Meet you outside.
    In a flash, I touched up my makeup and slid
on shoes. Before rushing out the door, I promised Milo that I
wouldn’t be home too late and that I had my phone if he needed me.
He grunted at me, and then I dashed out to meet Jack.
    He was already waiting outside, this time in
a bright red sports car that looked like it cost more than a house.
He grinned wildly when I opened the car door and jumped inside.
    “ So, this is nice,” I said,
referring to his overly flashy car.
    “ It’s more than nice. It’s
a Lamborghini Gallardo,” Jack explained with that foolish grin
plastered on his face. “There are only six thousand of these in
existence.”
    “ Is it new?”
    “ Nah, it’s my