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is. D is
for Dylan.
    At the look of understanding on my face
Trisha continues with excitement still coloring her voice. “I
talked to him at Rylan’s Pizza last night while I was with Ethan,
and he is definitely interested in what you got going on,
girlfriend!”
    I shake my head ignoring the unfamiliar
sensation that begins to heat over my skin as I think about him. I
remember the way he seemed to tower over me, the crisp green color
of his eyes, and his slender, but muscular, build. My throat is
suddenly dry. I swallow thickly to alleviate my sudden thirst.
    “I’m not interested.” My voice cracks as I
force the words through my lips that are in complete contradiction
to my thoughts. I am very interested. It scares the hell out of
me.
    I’ve never felt so uneasy over anyone
before. It reaffirms the fact that I can never see him again. I
glance up at Trisha, and her mouth has dropped open in shock.
Sometimes I think Trisha can’t believe we are related because I’m
not trying to bang every guy I meet.
    “What do you mean you’re not interested? Are you a lesbian, Raven?” I sputter and cough,
horrified at her assumption, but she continues completely oblivious
to my reaction. “Cause I won’t judge you. I’m a free thinker. If it
makes you happy lick it up. That’s my motto.”
    I clear my throat and grab her wrist before
she can say anymore. “I’m not a lesbian, Trish. He’s just not my
type, okay?”
    “Wuts a wesbian?” Harper’s little voice
shouts from the back seat, and my eyes widen in horror as Trisha
erupts into a fit of giggles beside me.
    I try to think of something to say, but come
up blank. I have no idea how I can talk myself out of this.
Thankfully, Trisha recovers enough to speak on my behalf. “Cousin
Trisha needs to watch what she says around princess ears.”
    She breaks at the red light, and twists
slightly to look at Harper. “It’s what one girl says to another
girl when they aren’t being nice, but it’s a word that a princess
never says. Ever! If she did she would grow warts and turn into the
Wicked Witch of the West.”
    Proud of her explanation, Trisha nods her
head once, and then turns to face my mortified expression. “What?”
She shrugs. “You got a better explanation for a two year old?” I
shake my head, and she nods again before driving through the now
green light. “That’s what I thought.”
    Surprising myself, I giggle under my breath.
I didn’t even realize I was finding this all that humorous, but
once I start I can’t stop. Have I seriously become so numb that I
can’t even identify how I’m feeling anymore? Trisha looks at me
like I’m crazy for a few moments before she is laughing right along
with me.
    “We are horrible role models.” I huff out
between breaths as a lighter feeling settles somewhere deep inside
me. It’s euphoric, and I never want it to leave, but I know it
will.
    I’ll get home, and the heaviness will return
to its rightful place in my soul. Just the thought sobers me up as
Trisha pulls into the driveway of her house and turns off the car.
    All of the houses in Trisha’s neighborhood
are massive. There are palm trees in the yards, and expensive cars
in their driveways. The limestone structures are lined with green
vegetation that gives every house a paradise feel. Each home is
just slightly different from the next, but those slight differences
are the only thing that keeps them from being replicas.
    “You have to at least meet up with him.”
Trisha arches one perfectly plucked brow at me as she nibbles her
bottom lip.
    “Meet up with who?” I know who she is
talking about, but I know I won’t.
    Dylan may be sexy as sin, but I am too
damaged. It’s more than obvious by the leggy blonde that was draped
all over him, Dylan is no virgin. What would I do if he tried to
touch me? The results could be mortifying.
    “You know exactly who I’m talking about!”
Trisha’s high-pitched voice pulls me out of my horrified