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“Why in theworldwould we talk about Malia Ross’s boobs?” Bella countered, blinking in confusion at the back of his head.
Gracen shrugged. “I mean, did youseethe shirt she wore to school this week?”
We’d all seen what she’d worn, and it had made what I was currently wearing look conservative and damn near nun-like.
“You mean, the one that got her put into detention for violating the dress code?” Gracen’s twin guessed dryly. “Only after I pulled out a microscope to see that she was actuallywearinga top. She looked like a freaking porn star.”
“Exactly.” Gracen nodded, his voice full of relish. “Beau heard some porn industry rep actuallydidcontact her for a gig.”
“And you believeBeau?” his sister asked dryly.
“Well…” Doubt filled Gracen’s voice. “Maybe not. But itcouldbe true.”
“She definitely has the body to be in one,” I decided. Unlike me, she wasonlybig in the boobs.
The lucky bitch.
“Hell yeah, she does,” Gray agreed full-heartedly.
“Hey, I dare you to ask her to dance tonight,” Bella teased.
“As if!” Her twin snorted. “A senior goddess like her would turn down a dweeb freshman like me in a heartbeat.”
Laughing, Bella teased, “You said it, not me.”
“You said it, not me,” he mimicked, lifting his voice unnaturally high.
“Wow, so mature,” Bella shot back. “It truly perplexes me why you’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Probably because they all take one look at my sister and run screaming.”
Bella snorted, and the two continued to bicker the rest of the way to the school.
I appreciated their constant back-and-forth, though. It helped me not think about all the jittery nerves I had running through my system.
I don’t even know why I cared so much about making a good impression at this dance. I’d been attending classes with all these people for three months now and gone to middle school with most of them and even grade school with a good portion; I’d had plenty of time for mymojoto kick in if it was going to.
But tonight just felt…different.
The event was purely social; not just about classes and school work. And I wanted to feel accepted, not like the freak I usually felt.
All the anxiety surged, however, when we pulled into the school parking lot, and I caught a glimpse of the gymnasium rising above the other buildings. I could hear the thump of bass from the music inside, and all my insecurities mounted.
Turning toward Bella, I gripped her hand for comfort. “Are you sure I look okay?”
“Yeah. Why?” She sounded confused about why I would possibly question that, which helped. If she didn’t see anything wrong, then that was good. But I still felt self-conscious and exposed.
I considered putting on my jacket, but it was such a warm night, and neither Bella nor Gray had one on, so I left mine in the car as well.
A warm breeze hit my bare shoulders, reminding me how much of myself I was showing off, however, and I squeezed my hands at my sides as I meekly followed the twins, growing more and more reluctant by the second.
“There’s Beau,” I heard Gray say as he steered us in a new direction.
Glancing up, I saw our fellow ninth grader sporting a black leather jacket and leaning against the side of the gymnasium alone with his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Yo, Gamble,” Gracen called, and Beau glanced up, straightening away from the bricks to greet us.
I’d known him for as long as I’d known the twins. His parents were close friends of both the twins’ parents as well as mine, so we’d been raised as if he could be another cousin, even though he wasn’t. There were five of us, actually, who belonged to our parents’ group that had started high school together this year.
