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tried to wait on them one day, but they assured me no one made coffee like Tristan did. It took everything I had
not
to throw the hot liquid in their over made up faces.
    “So Tristan, me and Becky are having a big party tonight.” One of them announced, chewing on a fingernail.
    “Oh yeah?” He looked up at them as he drizzled syrup in their to go cups.
    “Yeah. We have the beach house to ourselves for a couple of days. We’re having some people over. There’s going to be a band, and a keg. You should totally come.”
    “Sounds cool.”
    I sliced tomatoes as I listened to this exchange, my knife strokes reflecting my thoughts on what I heard. The knife broke through the tomato with aggression, and I almost took my finger off with it.
    “See you tonight, Tristan!” The girls called from the door as they left.
    Placing the knife down on the cutting board, I closed my eyes to catch my breath. My skin tingled with jealousy.
    “I’ll be right back,” I said to Shannon as I headed back to the kitchen to gather my thoughts.
    Leaning up against the tile wall, I looked up at the ceiling and tried to get my brain to think of anything else but Tristan going to that awful party at with those horrible girls. It sounded like a recipe for disaster.
    “You really shouldn’t let him get under your skin,” Matt stopped frosting cupcakes to put in his two cents.
    “What are you talking about?” I glared at him, embarrassed to be caught sulking.
    “Tristan. You get mad every time some girl comes in and flirts with him, which is all the time.”
    “I do not.”
    “You do.” Matt was back to finishing the cupcakes. “He’s not worth it, Callie. He’s an ass.”
    Being back here wasn’t making anything better. “You don’t seem to think that about his sister.”
    “Just because they’re twins doesn’t make them the same person. He’s an ass. She’s got a nice one. Simple as that.”
    I rolled my eyes. There was no use arguing with him.
    “Mom, I’m going on a fifteen.” I called into the office as I grabbed a cupcake off of Matt’s workstation and headed to the picnic table outside. He might be a jerk, but he made a mean cupcake.
    The sugar and fresh air made me feel better. I wiped any crumbs off the front of my shirt and took a deep breath as I headed back to the sandwich station to relieve Shannon. Things had quieted down a bit as breakfast ended and lunch hadn’t quite began. Tristan cleaned around the espresso machine. I continued slicing vegetables for the lunch rush without saying a word to anyone.
    Someone tugged on my braid. I looked behind me and saw Tristan smiling at me.
    “Hey,” he said.
    “Hey,” I returned with slightly less enthusiasm.
    “We hanging out later?”
    My heart leapt in my chest, but I was confused. “I thought you were going to that party.”
    Now he looked confused. “No.”
    “Didn’t you tell those girls you were going? They’re expecting you.”
    “I said it sounded cool. I never said I was going.”
    “Oh. Okay.”
    “What do you want to do?”
    I shrugged. I still had conflicting emotions bouncing around in my head, I couldn’t possibly come up with awesome plans right off the cuff at that moment.
    “We can see what the girls are up to. Nothing big, since we all have to be up bright and early, as usual.”
    “Sounds good.” At first I wasn’t thrilled about having other people coming along, but then I realized that including Keisha was probably the only way I was going to get past my mother tonight. She still wasn’t happy about my surfing lesson. I didn’t know what they’d come up with, I didn’t really care. I was just over the moon that somehow me, of all people, had a one up on the party bimbos.

Chapter Seven
    Tristan and the girls decided to go see my dad’s band that night. I couldn’t have been more thrilled. There was no way my mom could disapprove of these plans, since there would be family everywhere. And I loved going to see my dad