skips a beat. Skips about eleven beats, actually. Maybe twelve.
Itâs signed Heart Huntress .
I take in a long breath. âWhoooee,â I say. âHere we go.â
âWhat?â
âKamryn has finally written in.â
Instantly, Hannah appears behind me. She reads aloud over my shoulder. â Dear Oracle. The guy I want is older than me by a couple of grades, but I know weâd be perfect together. Heâs already noticed me, and I think he likes what he sees. Hereâs my question . Iâm going to see him again at the dance this week, and I want that to be the night I capture his heart. I need your advice, from how to make my grand entrance until the moment I nail that first kiss. â
âHuh,â I say. âShe didnât understand that message we wrote as Kyle. Or she didnât realize it was directed at her.â
âIâm not surprised,â Hannah says.
âWhat do you mean?â
âHonestly, Owen,â Hannah says. She sounds exasperated. âKamryn thinks sheâs above it all. If everyone else thinks sheâs perfect, why wouldnât she? She has no reason to imagine that she canât get exactly what she wants. It would never occur to her that the post was written by Kyle.â
âIt wasnât,â I point out.
Hannah groans. âYou know what I mean!â
I grin and open my Gmail. âAnyway, we need to redirect her. Tell her to do all the wrong things so she turns Kyle off.â
âHeavy perfume,â Hannah offers. âLots of makeup. Thick, heavy lipstick, especially.â
I recoil in mock horror. âGross!â
âWell?â Hannah asks. âYou want ways to turn guys off, donât you?â
I check for Kamrynâs message that contains the birthdate of the guy in question. Sure enough, sheâs copied the same message but added Birthday October 30th.
âOctober thirtieth,â I say. âThatâs Kyle.â
âOoh, heâs a Scorpio,â says Hannah. âSexiest sign in the zodiac.â Her voice is teasing.
âYou canât be serious.â I canât even think about it. Kyle? Sexy? The guy gets those silverfish bugs in his toothbrush because itâs so dirty.
âBut Scorpios can be really mean,â she adds.
âThatâs more like it.â
âI donât know why you want to mess with karma on this one.â Hannah sighs. âKyleâs a perfect fit for Kamryn. Mean deserves mean.â
I roll my eyes. âOh my god,â I say. âSheâs not that bad. Youâve got some weird vendetta against Kamryn.â
âUm, excuse me?â Hannah says. âYou were the one who told me how she shot Matteo down in flames during your tutorial.â
I shrug. âMaybe she was having a bad day.â
âOh right. That day, and the time at 7-Eleven? Come on, Owen. I know what sheâs like.â
âWhy do you always have to come down so hard on her?â I ask.
âWhy are you so eager to excuse her crappy behavior?â Hannah shoots back. âWait, no, I know. Because youâre in love .â She holds both hands over her heart and flutters her eyelashes.
Normally, Iâd laugh off her teasing. But sudden hot anger spills into my throat. Iâm mad that she thinks Iâm an idiot for liking Kamryn.
But Iâm also mad at myself, because a little part of me knows sheâs right.
I say the first thing I can think of that will hurt. âYouâre right, Hannah. I am in love with Kamryn.â
Hannah goes very still.
I drive the knife in a little deeper. âAnd that makes you crazy, doesnât it? Maybe youâre jealous.â
She flinches. Immediately, I regret my words. I open my mouth, searching for a way to take them back.
âHannah,â I say.
But itâs too late. I watch, helpless, as she gathers her laptop and bag.
âHannah, listen.â
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