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cheap drunk and not being able to hold your liquor, not bloody much.’
    Clover squeezed her eyes. A hazy image of strip dancing and truck beds was skirting around the edges of her mind.
    â€˜Thank God for Dallas, hey, or we never would’ve got you home.’
    â€˜Shit!’ Clover said, trying to sit up.
    Sera put her hands on her chest and gently pressed her back down on the bed. ‘Don’t freak out. I messaged your dad off your phone and told him you were here, watching a movie with me.’
    â€˜Wait you said, Dallas?’
    â€˜Yep, you screwed him on the hood of his truck.’
    Clover’s skin froze to her bones.
    But Sera was laughing. ‘Got-cha! Man, you should see your face. No, Dallas was a perfect gentleman, much to my surprise. He took us home.’
    â€˜Sorry about that.’ Clover sat up slowly and as she did, some dancers appeared through the haze of her memory, gyrating semi-naked in the back of a truck. ‘Did I, er, dance anywhere last night?’
    â€˜Did you ever!’ Sera said. ‘If Sydney and I hadn’t jumped up there with you, it woulda’ been a one-woman show, too. Crazy funny.’
    Clover groaned. ‘Now I know why my parents have always said that getting wasted is B-A-D. I can’t believe I did that. And for the love of God, close your bloody blinds!’
    Clover crept into her house through the downstairs entry. Both her parents’ vehicles were in the driveway. For once everyone was home. Shitty timing.
    The smell of vomit still radiated off her, even after scrubbing hard in the shower and washing her hair. Sera had lent her some clean clothes, thank goodness.
    She tiptoed down the hallway, heard voices out on the patio, and quickened her step.
    â€˜Have fun at your sleep over, Clover?’ Ernie’s voice rang out. She heard the high-pitched trill of her sister’s laugh, and bile rose up in her throat. There they were, the happy family, without her around.
    â€˜Yep!’ she replied.
    â€˜What you up to?’
    â€˜Gotta … um, head to the library!’
    â€˜Be home by this afternoon. I want to talk to you about next season.’
    Clover chucked the plastic bag that contained her dirty clothes and ruined sneakers into the bottom of her wardrobe. Another shower, her cleanest track pants, a glass of water and brushed teeth and Clover was feeling like an exhausted, but fairly normal, version of herself. She settled on her bed with her phone, ready to message Sydney and Sera about meeting up.
    She stared with disbelief at her phone. THREE messages. All new. All for her. It had certainly been the best night of her life.
    The first, from Sera: How’d u go with rents, dude? Haha.
    Second, from Sydney: Hi buddy hope you’re all good with your folks. Awesome to party with u. C u on mday xx
    Her hand started to shake when she realised who the third message was from. Her mouth dropped open in surprise.
    Dallas! She read the message a second time, suddenly feeling very hot. How’d he get my number?
    Hey girl, loved the dancing lol. Hope to c it again. Dallas Cash
    She supposed, now, she needed to reply. She re-wrote her message three times before settling for her original version:
Hi Dallas, thanks ;) soooo embarrassing. Thank u for the message and getting me to Sera’s, I owe you one … Clover
    After sending the message, Clover stared at the screen, as if, by some amazing stroke of luck, a response would appear in five seconds flat, preferably reading: Clover, you’re the sexiest girl alive! Please be my girlfriend.
    It didn’t.
    The second Clover’s eyes opened the next morning, she checked her phone. No reply from Dallas. Ten minutes passed and Clover almost convinced herself she should re-send the message, just to make sure he’d gotten it. Uncool, she realised, so instead, she forced herself out of bed, hid her phone under her pillow and went in search of clean clothes. Time