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won’t have to ask you what you’ve been doing,” Leo said.
     
    The gang all laughed except for Jessie, who said, “Leo! You naughty boy,” and grabbed her bag full of stuff and walked out of the store without even glancing at me.
     
    As the doors closed one of the group said something and they all erupted into laughter.
     

7
    “Yeah, you’re going with us, or I’ll never speak to you again,” Tara said.
     
    “You just assumed I was going,” I said.
     
    “No, you had every intention of going until you screwed Mr. Dreamy Eyes, and now you’re all butt hurt and aren’t going.”
     
    She was right, that was one of things I hated most about her. She was right a lot. I had made it through my shift the night before, made it home, and collapse from exhaustion. From the moment I got up that afternoon, Mom was on my last nerve. So, I showered and went over to Tara’s. Now I had to listen to Tara go on about our 5 year reunion.
     
    “Sherrie’s coming back from Florida. Jamie’s coming in from Portland. What’s your problem? You’re going.” Tara handed me a glass of iced tea and sat down with me at her kitchen table. “You’re gonna wear that black dress you got at the goodwill last fall, you’re going to put on makeup, and we’re gonna have a good time. And don’t worry, Rodney’s not gonna dance with me anyway, so I won’t leave you sitting all alone.”
     
    “Whatever,” I said. I had made it through work last night, but I still had to go in tonight. It was hanging over my head. Then, I had tomorrow night off, to go to our 5 year reunion. Oh joy.
     
    “I did something for you,” Tara said, “I loaned you the truck. Now, you get to do something for me.”
     
    “Yeah,” I said. I remembered how my old car had had another episode on the way over to Tara’s this evening. Why the hell couldn’t I get life right?
     
    Rodney was at his bowling. Denny, Tara’s toddler, was taking its tenth nap of the day, and Tara was bossing me around as usual. “So, yes?” she asked.
     
    “Yeah.”
     
    I rolled into work at 10:59, without dying in a car crash. I was never so glad to start a shift because I found out it was Kenny’s night off! Another nephew of Ben’s, Billy, was the fill in night manager. Things were finally looking up. Billy was cool, smart, cute, and respectful. The exact opposite of Kenny.
     
    It was Friday night, the store was swamped. The other cashier was Darla who was cute and blonde. So, most of the time, she had a line and I only had one or two people, but time went by fast. Billy even had to come up a few times to open up a 3rd register. I saw some familiar faces, in town for the reunion, but nobody seemed to recognize me.
     
    Darla got off at 1am and things quieted down a lot. I wondered where Stevie was. Did he even think of me? Probably not. I wondered what chubby he was chasing tonight, or if I was just some kind of one time biggie fetish.
     
    My suffering was cut short by, “April Linn. Big April.” Oh my god, it was Dylan Coe, my bully. I looked around for help, knowing that there was none to be had. Billy was way in the back, in his office, and the rest of the store was empty. How did it get to be 3:30 am?
     
    “Big stuff!”
     
    I glared at him.
     
    “Bigger than ever,” Dylan laughed at himself.
     
    I glared harder, my bottom lip curling in over my teeth as I jutted my chin out.
     
    “Figures you’d work in a grocery store,” he said. I used to get this kind of wit spit at me every day. Dylan road the same bus to school as I did. I hadn’t seen him since graduation. He hadn’t lost it.
     
    “Can I help you with something?” I said through gritted teeth.
     
    “Yeah, do you have a diet section?” Dylan said and laughed at himself again.
     
    He put a bag of Doritos Extreme and a six pack of Mountain Dew on my conveyor and I checked him out with slightly trembling hands.
     
    “OK, Biggie Biggs,” he said and walked out snickering.
     
    Oh,