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around the restaurant grounds once more for any sign of Sam.
    “Nope.”
    Leaning back in her chair, she settled in for a daydream instead of the real thing, more disappointed than ever to be sitting alone on the deck of Big Joe’s.

chapter three
    Amanda Jameson clicked away from the Wicca training website when her mom breezed into her room.
    “What are you doing in here alone? The Davises are here, why don’t you go out and play with Molly?”
    “Mom, I think I’m a little old for ‘playing.’”
    “Yeah, fifteen-years-old is ancient. You’re being rude, go get your suit on.”
    “I have my suit on.”
    “Well everyone’s by the pool—they’re grilling hotdogs.”
    Amanda snorted. How ironic.
    She snapped her laptop closed and tossed her swim cover-up onto her bed, grinning at the pool party scene that she knew was waiting for her. Her brother Tristan had been dating the same girl for over three years and had yet to score. “Poor guy’s balls are probably about to explode,” she mumbled, walking down the hallway to the glass door leading outside. She paused long enough to watch Ashley Davis skip past Tristan, giggling, her breasts bouncing in a baggy swimsuit. Tristan reached out an arm, to grab her as she went past, but she slapped his hand away and screamed. Amanda chuckled and stepped out onto the pool deck.
    “There you are. Hey, Mandy.” Ashley gave Amanda a full body hug. Tristan’s cheeks went red over her shoulder.
    “Hi guys,” Amanda said, pulling back and looking the buxom senior girl over. Her full-coverage suit was surely meant to be modest, but the plain white, wet fabric was thin and showed every detail underneath. Girlfriend’s got an impressive bush.
    “Mandy, come sit by me,” Ashley’s little sister called from her lawn chair. Molly had already smothered herself in tanning oil; every square inch that was allowed to be exposed. The Davis girls’ father was extremely strict. Amanda was surprised they were even allowed to wear swimsuits at all.
    She readjusted her own skimpy string bikini, flashing a smile at Tristan’s friend by the grill. “Hey, Will.”
    “Hi.”
    His petite blonde girlfriend scowled next to him.
    “You want me to grill you a dog?” the enormous linebacker asked.
    “Thanks, but I think Tristan already has a wiener grillin’.” Amanda bit her lip to keep from grinning.
    “Shut up, Amanda,” her brother said, flouncing into a patio chair.
    “Huh?” Will was one of the nicest guys you’d ever met, but totally clueless. The blonde rose up on tip-toe to kiss him, just about climbing onto his back in the motion. He growled and pretended to bite her neck, scooping her into his arms.
    “Stop it. You animal,” she squealed, then tossed her head back to give him better access.
    Tristan settled his dark sunglasses onto his face and started gnawing his nails. Ashley sat on the low stool in front of him, right between his knees. “Tristan, will you put more sunscreen on my back?”
    “Uh. Yeah, sure.”
    Amanda couldn’t stop her smile from spreading as she dumped her stuff by the lawn chair next to Molly. She untied her sarong and let it drop to the ground, never worried about looking fat next to her old friend. Molly rolled over to roast her front side for awhile, and Amanda pictured a pig with an apple in its mouth, being rotated on a spit. “Hey. So glad you guys could come over.”
    “Can you believe summer is almost over?” Her friend squinted into the sun. “I’m gonna work on my tan every chance I can get before school starts.”
    Yeah, tan cellulite is much more attractive than pale cellulite. “I know. Me, too.”
    “Hey kids.” Mom popped her head through the sliding glass door. “I’m going down to Buffalo Square to pick up a couple things. Y’all need anything?”
    “No. Thanks, Mom,” Tristan muttered, his voice strained.
    “No thanks, Mrs. Jameson.”
    “I’ll take some more Coke. And more chips?” Will called, before she