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furniture. They are quirky, and the most expensive shoes I own. My mother gave them to me for my twenty-first birthday, and I kissed her for it.
    Iris lets out a long-suffering sigh. “You look like you’re going to a vamp ball in them.”
    “Watch it, Little Miss Belieber. I can still stay home.”
    She cringes. “Sorry. You know how I get before going out.”
    Yeah, crazy. Because she might disappoint Henry the Dickhead.
    She strides over to me, taller now in her insane shoes, and gives me a kiss on the cheek. The light, flowery scent of her perfume surrounds me. “You look gorgeous,” she says. “God, I wish I had your curves.”
    “We can do an exchange, because I’d love to rock those shorts without terrifying the populace with my thighs.”
    “Fine, my thighs in exchange for your boobs.”
    “Deal.” We both laugh, having made this deal numerous times before.
    We take Iris’s car because I don’t trust Henry to drive me home, and I have a feeling she might go off with him later. So I’ll drive hers back. I’d take my Vespa, but Iris doesn’t like to drive to parties alone, and frankly, I’d get helmet head if I did.
    Iris taps nervously on her steering wheel as we drive along listening to Adele.
    “Why are you so worked up?” I finally ask. “More so than usual, I mean?”
    Her eyes are wide as she glances at me. “No reason.” And then she turns down a street.
    Frat houses line the block. “Iris! You said this was an off-campus party.”
    But it’s clearly one of Henry’s horrible team bashes. Which involves beer bongs, guys pissing on the lawns—among other lovely locations—and basic imbecilic behavior. I was suckered into going to one once before and vowed never again.
    “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Her expression is desperate. “But Henry really wanted me to go, and you’ve been moping around the house lately.”
    “I have not been moping!”
    “Staring out the window,” she insists. “Like some tragic Jane Austen heroine.”
    “Austen’s heroines aren’t tragic. They are empowered.”
    “Says you. All those repressed feelings and prideful denials.” Her snub nose wrinkles. “Pathetic. Just own your emotions already.”
    “Stop trying to change the subject. You kept this from me on purpose. Not cool.”
    Iris sighs as she pulls up in front of a big old colonial that’s lit up like summer. People spill from the open door, and a girl, laughing manically, tumbles onto the lawn in a pile of limbs.
    We both wince before Iris lifts her pleading eyes to me. “I just didn’t think you’d come if I told you.” She clutches my arm, and her hand is cold. “Forgive me, Banana?”
    “You should have taken George.” George is Iris’s twin and my other best friend. He usually goes to these parties with her, watching over his little sister while simultaneously hitting on all available women. It works for them. “Where is he, anyway?” I grumble.
    “He says he’s got a headache.” Iris’s mouth flattens in annoyance.
    “Suspect.” George never gets sick. He’s practically inhuman that way.
    Iris pulls out her lipstick and quickly reapplies while glancing in the review mirror. “That’s what I said.” Her words are muffled as she stretches her lips to get a good coat of glossy red over them. “But what could I do?”
    “Not torture me?”
    With neat efficiency, she caps the lipstick and plops it into her purse. “Well, where’s the fun in that?” Her eyes sparkle in the low light of the car. “Besides, maybe you’ll see someone you like.”
    “Iris…” My warning glare is lost on her because she’s already jumping out of the car with surprising sprightliness, considering her heels. I follow, knowing I’ll regret it.
     
     

     
     
    IT’S FRIDAY NIGHT, and I’m tired. My body hurts from a brutal practice. Not much difference from any other day, only I haven’t been sleeping well and it’s wearing on me. A certain redhead occupies my thoughts to a