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avoid the completely hot new guy, who is so obviously into you, is just weird."
    He stops long enough to give me an encouraging look, as I brace for what's next. "Unless—of course—you're gay."
    I make a right turn and exhale, grateful for my psychic abilities for probably the first time ever, since it definitely helped lessen the blow.
    "Because it's totally cool if you are," he continues. "I mean, obviously, since I'm gay, and it's not like I'm gonna discriminate against you, right?" He laughs, a sort of nervous, we're-in-virgin territory-now kind of laugh.
    But I just shake my head and hit the brake. Just because I m not interested in Damen doesn't mean I'm gay," I say, realizing I sounded far more defensive than I intended.
    "There's a lot more to attraction than just looks, you know." Like warm tingling touch, deep smoldering eyes, and the seductive sound of a voice that can silence the world
    "Is it because of Haven?" he asks, not buying my story.
    "No." I grip the steering wheel and glare at the light, willing it to change from red to green so I can drop Miles off and be done with all this.
    But I know I answered too quickly when he goes, ' Ha! I knew it! It is because of Haven—because she called dibs. I can't believe you're actually honoring dibs! I mean, do you even realize you're giving up a chance to lose your virginity to the hottest guy in school, maybe even the planet, all because Haven called dibs?"
    "This is ridiculous," I mumble, shaking my head as I turn onto his street, pull into his driveway, and park.
    "What? You're not a virgin?" He smiles, obviously having a wonderful time with all this. "You been holding out on me?"
    I roll my eyes and laugh in spite of myself. He looks at me for a moment, then grabs his books and heads for his house, turning back long enough to say, "I hope Haven appreciates what a good friend you are."
    As it turns out, Friday night was cancelled. Well, not the night, just our plans. Partly because Haven's little brother, Austin, got sick and she was the only one around to take care of him, and partly because Miles's sports-loving dad dragged him to a football game and forced him to wear the team colors and act like he cared. And as soon as Sabine learned I'd be home by myself, she left work early and offered to take me to dinner.
    Knowing she doesn't approve of my fondness for hoodies and jeans, and wanting to please her after everything she's done, I slip on this pretty blue dress she recently bought me, slide my feet into the heels she got to go with it, slick on some lip gloss (a relic from my old life when I cared about things like that), transfer my essentials from my backpack to the little metallic clutch that goes with the dress, and trade my usual ponytail for loose waves.
    And just as I'm about to walk out the door, Riley pops up behind me and says, "It's about time you started dressing like a girl."
    And I nearly jump out of my skin.
    "Omigod, you scared the heck out of me!" I whisper, shutting the door so Sabine can't hear.
    "I know." She laughs. "So where you going?"
    "Some restaurant called Stonehill Tavern. It's in the St. Regis hotel," I say, my heart still racing from the ambush.
    She raises her brows and nods. "Chichi."
    "How would you know?" I peer at her, wondering if she's been. I mean, it's not like she ever tells me where she spends her free time.
    "I know lots of things." She laughs. "Way more than you." She jumps onto my bed and rearranges the pillows before she leans back.
    "Yeah, well, not much I can do about that, huh?" I say, annoyed to see how she's wearing the exact same dress and shoes as I am. Only since she's four years younger and quite a bit shorter, she looks like she's playing dress-up.
    "Seriously though, you should dress like that more often. Because I hate to say it, but your usual look is so not working for you. I mean, you think Brandon ever would've gone for you if you'd dressed like that?" She crosses her ankles and gazes at me, her