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make it to the motorcycle show like she’d said she’d try to, Jacobi had a chance of finally making it happen. Katydid had promised to help.
    â€œ ’Cause I’m letting the top down, you know,” he began again, pressing a button then backing out of the driveway. “And if you had a boyfriend—which you said you don’t, right?”—he licked his lips, putting the car in Drive, then accelerating down the street—“then I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble. But since you don’t have a boyfriend—which you said, right?”—he licked his lips once more and hung the corner—“we have nothing to worry about.”
    Jacobi looked at him and her lips spread into a wide smile, showing off the metal tracks across her teeth. Oh, but if I could have a boyfriend, it’d be you , she thought but said, “No, we don’t have nothing to worry—”
    â€œOh no. Oh God, no,” Alissa yelled from the backseat, interrupting and startling Jacobi and Malone. “Stop the car. Stop the car. Please.”
    Jacobi jerked forward when Malone stomped on the breaks. “What’s wrong?”
    â€œWhat is it now, Alissa?” Malone yelled.
    â€œJust take me home,” Alissa pleaded hysterically. “Please just take me and Jacobi to the house. It’s an emergency. A girl emergency.” Tears sprang from Alissa’s eyes, and she wiped them away as fast as they came.
    Jacobi stared at Alissa, trying to read her face behind the tears. She wanted to comfort her, to help her, but all she could do was say “Oh” when she found out what Alissa’s emergency was.
    â€œMy period. My period just came,” Alissa mouthed.
    Dang. I still haven’t got mine. No pretty skin. No straight teeth. No boobs. And no period, either. “Dear God,” she prayed under her breath, “I know I said I was through asking for things, but I really need you to do me another favor ...”

6
    KASSIDY
    S he knew it was super late. Hours ago, when the sun set and the stars lit, Kassidy knew that what her mother would’ve considered too late for her to be out of the house had passed. Now too late had turned into early. Like early enough to get in trouble because it had to be past midnight, which meant it was beyond three in the morning in New York—way past Brent’s bedtime. She shrugged. It really didn’t matter at this point because Brent’s phone was still off, and Faith had texted that she couldn’t find him. Kassidy shook her head and unwound her arms from Romero’s waist. She wasn’t happy. She was sore about her missing-in-action boyfriend, and hated to leave Romero and face her new life. It wasn’t because she liked Romero; it was because she had no choice. She may’ve earned her own money since she was ten, but she still wasn’t grown, although she’d felt like an adult since she’d taken on the responsibility of a career. Kassidy looked at her watch, and, sure enough, she was right. It was almost one thirty in the morning, and would be well past that when she snuck into the house.
    â€œHate that you gotta go,” Romero said, hopping off the moped to help her off.
    Kassidy smiled. She hated to leave him as much as he wanted her to stay. They’d had a ball, and he’d been such a sweetheart. He’d taken her to a couple of beaches, a local burger joint that had the best cheeseburgers on the planet, and even a real taco stand. They’d walked, talked, and Kassidy really liked Romero—as a friend, with the possibility of one day becoming more. But today wasn’t the day he’d climb her more-than-friends ladder, and he wouldn’t be here when the sun rose, either. She had big plans. Ones that included going with Carsen to the last day of the motorcycle show. After she awoke, she was his for the entire day; that’s what she’d promised him via