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night with us,” Jaimie challenged.
    “Fine. I’ll come to the party, and I’ll stay as long as you want,” I agreed heavily.
    Jaimie insisted on giving me a wardrobe makeover and forced a tiny dress over my saddlebag hips. I felt like a Christmas ham trying to erupt from its constraints; I was amazed again by her ability to get me to do whatever she wanted.
    “You look like a total hottie.” Jaimie beamed.
    “I look like the before shot in a weight-loss commercial,” I joked.
    “You know that you’re actually not fat,” Jaimie challenged, putting her hands on her boy hips, like she used to when we were kids to illustrate that she had the final word.
    “This dress doesn’t look like it’s about to burst open on you,” I told her, pointing to the stretching seams.
    “That’s because I’m too skinny,” she complained.
    “Wow, I wish I had your problems,” I whined sarcastically, before pausing and adding, “Actually, I take it back. You’ve got Tim; that’s a problem I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”
    “Be nice.” Jaimie laughed, putting the finishing touches to her own outfit.
    I was constantly ribbing Jaimie about Tim; what she didn’t realize was that what I said as a joke was often exactly what I meant. It wasn’t that Tim was a bad guy, just a stupid one. He was all about appearances and having everyone think he was the coolest guy at school with the hottest girlfriend. He didn’t appreciate how amazing Jaimie was; his eyes were constantly straying, and he was always on Jaimie’s case to dress more provocatively so that his mates would be jealous.
    I hadn’t always seen what a shallow tool Tim was. In year eight there were two hours during science class that Tim was really nice to me. I even harbored a tentative crush on him, until I overheard him telling one of his friends that he had to get in with Jaimie’s DUFF, if he was ever going to win Jaimie’s affections. It took him two years to wear Jaimie down, but they eventually started dating in year ten and had been an item for fifteen months.
    Tim picked us up to take us to the party. The only thing more flashy and over the top than Tim was his cherry-red VW convertible Beetle. He wouldn’t accept that it was a chick’s car; he was convinced it was another snapshot in his hall of cool.
    The party was in full swing by the time we arrived. People loitered in Tammy’s long paved driveway. Tim parked the car as close as he could to show it off. Tammy’s house could easily house six average three-bedroom homes; it was enormous.
    Tammy ran out and hugged me. “You look so sexy,” she said, bouncing with excitement. I couldn’t work out if she was deliberately garnering attention to her mountainous chest or if she was oblivious to what a sex-bomb she was; I suspected it was the later.
    Miranda languidly strutted toward me. “Look who found the designer rack,” Miranda said, passive aggressive as always.
    “You know you’re only worth as much as the dress on your back,” I replied sarcastically.
    “I know, right,” she agreed, ignoring my sarcasm.
    Dylan wrapped his arm around Miranda’s waist; the smell of alcohol radiating from him should have been visible stink lines. “Who’s this?” he asked, ogling me.
    “No-one!” Miranda snapped, dragging Dylan, Tamara, and Julia back to the party.
    Tim told Jaimie he was getting drinks, while he went and did a perv tour. Tammy and Jaimie yanked me to the living room, where the expensive furniture was pushed up against the walls so people could dance in the middle of the room. We danced for ages. I always felt self-conscious when dancing, because I didn’t want to do it wrong. The music was so loud that it was infiltrating my DNA, but I endured it for Jaimie’s sake.
    As the night wore on people paired off into couples and found quiet corners to canoodle. Jaimie and Tim disappeared, and Tammy met some guy who she wanted to get to know. I admired the die-hard dancers, but I was