and it wouldn't be easy for her to say she was sorry for jumping all over Rae the way she had. So maybe she'd come to Anthony instead for advice on how to make up with Rae.
Rae hesitated, trying to process the situation. Even if that's true, should I really try to talk to either of them right now? It's not like either conversation is something that would work well with an audience.
Rae's father pulled over to the curb in front of Anthony's house. "You want me to wait and make sure Anthony can bring you home?" he asked.
Rae blinked. Right, her dad. It wasn't like she could suddenly change her mind and tell him to turn around and take her home. He'd worry. And Rae's dad worrying was never a good thing.
"I'm sure he won't mind driving me," she said. She knew Anthony that well. If she didn't have a ride, he'd give her one, whether he liked it or not.
"See you later," she told her dad, then climbed out of the car.
Okay, I can do this, she thought. I know what I want to say to Yana… and to Anthony. Now I just have to say it. She pulled in a deep breath and started across the front lawn. Through the front window she saw Anthony and Yana sitting together on the couch, Anthony's little sister between them.
She drew in a quick breath-surprised at the sight. It looked like they were just… hanging out. Almost like she'd be intruding or something. Maybe she should turn around now and go get a bus, or Too late. Anthony had spotted her.
He was on his feet and heading for the front door.
And life or fate or whatever makes the decision for me, Rae thought. She straightened her shoulders and strode to the front door, reaching it just as Anthony swung it open. "Uh, hi," she said. Those were the only words she could remember. If uh even counted as a word.
"Hi," Anthony answered, not making a move to let her into the house.
"What is she doing here?" Rae heard Yana demand.
So, there went the theory about Yana being ready to make up. Rae couldn't believe the tone of Yana's voice-she had no right to sound so mad that Rae was at Anthony's.
"Are you going to make me stand out here on the porch all day?" Rae asked.
Wordlessly Anthony stepped back, allowing Rae inside. The first thing she saw when she entered the hallway was Yana glaring at her, blue eyes bright with anger.
"Yana, uh, hi," Rae managed to get out. "I'm… I'm glad you're here. I've been trying to talk to you. Did you get my messa-"
"I am not even going to be in the same room with you," Yana spat out. She turned on her heel and stalked down the hallway and disappeared into the kitchen.
Rae's blood turned to lava. She was surprised her skin wasn't smoking. Yana was supposed to be her best friend, and she wouldn't even give Rae two minutes to "She's really pissed off at you," Anthony mumbled.
"Yeah? Well, I'm really pissed off at her," Rae exclaimed. "She should know me too well to think that I'd go behind her back and-forget it. I should be telling her this, not you." Rae took one step downthe hall, then Anthony grabbed her by the elbow.
That one touch brought it back again, brought back that moment when her whole world was his hands on her, his mouth on hers.
"I'll talk to her for you," Anthony said, pulling Rae around to face him. "It'll be better. It'll be better if you leave and I-
"
"You want me to leave?" Rae asked, a buzzing starting up in her head.
Anthony released her elbow. "Yeah. You should leave."
Chapter 4
I'm the only person on this bus who's alone, Rae realized. Well, except the driver. And how stupid is it that I'm alone when I'm on my way to the Wilton Center, where very possibly one or more people want me dead? One hundred percent stupid? Criminally stupid? You-should-live-in-a-rubber-room stupid?
Probably all three. But when Rae'd found the bus stop closest to Anthony's and studied the little maps, she'd found a bus that would take her a block away from the center. The bus had shown up a few minutes later, and Rae had climbed on. It had just
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