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wasted. Maybe she just means to add another little notch in her belt to tell her girlfriends about. But who’s to say it’ll stop there? What if they decide to take it even farther? Even though Lindsay has been putting on a good show of being a different person than she used to be, I’m convinced she hasn’t changed in every way.
    I’m certain she hasn’t slept with anyone yet. We talked about it more than once. She told me she was waiting for the right time—and the right guy. The old Lindsay would never have pissed something like that away with some stoner at a party.
    I look into Lindsay’s face. God, she’s pretty. Even when she’s all smudgy and mad. I take a deep breath. “I need to talk to you. Now. It’s important.” I pause. “And it’s long overdue.”
    Something flickers in her eyes. She looks down at her hands. I see a muscle working in her jaw. Then she looks back up at me.
    I’m surprised by how cold her voice is.
    â€œI don’t think so, Mike,” she says. “You’ve had lots of time to talk to me.” Anger flashes in her eyes. “And last I checked, you had a lot of explaining to do.”
    Josh appears in the doorway behind her. He slides his hand around her stomach and looks at me. He’s trying to figure out what’s going on.
    Suddenly Lindsay’s tone changes, growing sweet. But her words are bitter. “What’s the matter, Mikey? You jealous?” She pulls her shirt up, revealing a beautiful slice of gymnastics-toned stomach. Her chin dips down and she looks at me through flirty lashes. “You want a piece of me?” She traces a finger slowly from my collarbone to my belt.
    The she laughs, big, openmouthed, loud. She pushes me, hard. Caught off guard, I take a step backward.
    Her eyes narrow. “You had your chance, Mike.” Her words sting me like a slap in the face. Without taking her eyes off me, she grabs Josh’s hand and pushes it up, slowly, under her shirt. He smirks, sliding the other hand under too. My jaw tenses and my hands draw themselves into fists.
    Breathe , I tell myself.
    I hear a noise behind me and turn. Bryce is edging past me, heading into the bedroom.
    With Lindsay and Josh.
    What the hell? What’s he going in there for? This scene is getting even sketchier. Two guys? I don’t like this at all.
    I don’t want Bryce going into that room. I raise my arm to block him. But he’s fast for a drama queen. He grabs my arm and twists it behind my back, jamming me face-first into the side of the door. Josh pushes Lindsay behind him into the room. She stumbles. The door closes. Bryce and I are left on the outside.
    Suddenly I’m angry. Really angry. Who does this dick think he is? I bounce off the door frame and grab him again. He throws my hands off. With a solid crunch, he slams his shoulder into my chest and sends me flying. I grab for the railing at the top of the stairway, but my hands slice through air, catching nothing. My feet stumble and miss, failing me. I feel myself pinwheeling backward.
    Down the stairs.

Chapter Nine
    I come to in a haze of light and noise. I remember falling.
    My head hurts. It’s resting in someone’s lap. I hear sirens.
    No. Not sirens. Screaming.
    No, that’s not screaming. It’s singing.
    It’s Renata. She’s singing at the top of her lungs. “Bad Romance.” In a really bad voice. She pauses after every verse to take a drag off her cigarette. Looks like she’s done with being the smoke police for the night.
    I guess I’m not dead, then, because I’m pretty sure Renata’s not supposed to be in my version of heaven.
    The music booms. I hear bottles clinking and people laughing. Something wet presses on my forehead. Ouch.
    Renata notices me looking around and shrieks. It startles me.
    â€œJesus! What the hell?” I try to sit up, but hands push me down.
    Renata shrieks