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you have for me?”
    I should’ve gone last when we exchanged dirt on our best buds. Because what I gave Wesley was pure gold. He even got all pink-faced and sweaty when I told him Reagan’s reaction to his joke of the day or whatever. Then he kept getting redder and redder the more I told him about how she likes tall, blond guys with cute butts. He even wiggled in his seat a bit, probably wondering if he qualified in all three categories. And I wasn’t going to confirm it, so he’ll have to go home and check out his own ass.
    Then after I finished, I sat straight up with a big dorky smile waiting to hear how Talon has secretly wanted a short and sexy wild-haired girl like me. Hey, it could happen.
    But here’s what I got: “He likes pepperoni on his pizza.”
    I thought Wesley was joking at first, but nope. And now I’m sitting here with nothing but that pathetic piece of info, which I already knew! Ugh. Useless! Wesley is utterly useless!
    “That’s a pretty important character trait,” he says through a mouthful of burger. “He likes things spicy.”
    I have to keep my eyes from rolling. “Pepperoni is not that spicy. And even if it is to him, all that tells me is he likes his
pizza
spicy.”
    Wesley pats his stomach and eyes his burger as if he’s about to make out with it instead of eat it. “The way to a man’s heart …,” he says in a whisper, then shoves the rest of his food in his mouth.
    “You were with him all day, and there’s
nothing
else you talked about?”
    I’m totally desperate. My voice is coming out in that weird sigh-type thing that makes it sound like I’m going to cry. So pathetic.
    “Uh …” Wesley gives me this blank stare, and I huff and grab my coat.
    “Well, thanks for nothing.”
    So much for having an accomplice on this thing. I’m not sure how I’ll do on my own, but he’s not getting any more help from me. And there’s no one else I can really talk to about it because it comes off pretty bitchy. I can’t exactly go up and say,
Hey! Help me steal my best friend’s boyfriend. I promise I have good reasons
. Because even though I’ve convinced myself I do have good reasons, no one gives a rat’s ass about that.
    Except Wesley. Damn it.
    I slide from the booth and shrug my coat on. Stuffing my curls under my hood, I give Wesley the most annoyed expression I possess.
    He holds his hands up, hazel eyes widening at me. “Don’t be mad, all right? It’s going to take a while to pull this off without everyone hating each other.”
    “You don’t get it.” I fold my arms across the front of my puffy coat. “We have to be quicker about this. Like,
way
quicker.”
    His thick eyebrows crinkle together. “Because …?”
    I avoided the lingerie during my Reagan rundown, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to avoid the sex thing now. Talk about embarrassing. I’m not even sure if Wesley knows what sex is.
    “It’s, well … you know …” I stop and let out a huge breath of air.
    He laughs. “Um, no. I don’t.”
    I shouldn’t have brought it up. I can feel my face turning the color of my ketchup packet. “Let’s just say Reagan mentioned something and we have a deadline.” I pause, but he continues to give me that stupid what-are-you-talking-about stare. “A major deadline. Like two weeks.”
    “You sure you’re not horny or something and it’s making you impatient?”
    Ugh. “No. I’m not horny.” Though just thinking about Talon makes me that way. “Can you just trust me on this?”
    He shrugs and slides out from the booth. His green coat makes all these static pops as he puts it on. “All right. But only because I have to run. You still planning on coming over tonight?”
    I nod. It’s Thursday, which means the four of us go to Wesley’s place to eat way too much, laugh about stupid things, and play Just Dance, since we can’t do all that in the dorms.
    Wesley lives by himself in a two-level apartment. He was late getting his forms in,