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the puck the day after I got hit.
    “Where’s your other half?” Chastity asks, throwing a Ping-Pong ball in my direction.
    “What other half?” I ask.
    Trinity and Chastity glance at each other.
    “You need to get drunk,” Trinity says.
    As she wobbles over to the counter to mix me a vodka and cranberry, I scoop up the ball and toss it toward Amos. He catches it with both hands.
    I pull up a chair between the twins, and for the next hour or so, we drink and chat and flick balls around the table. People wander in and out of the kitchen. Rachel and Janine appear in the doorway, but as soon as they see Rachel’s ex, they rush back down the hall. I finish my drink, and Trinity makes me another. I can feel Amos smiling at me. My face is flushed, but I’m feeling good. I’m having fun. I reach across Trinity and splash a little more vodka in my cup.
    By this point Chastity is sitting on one of the guy’s laps. His name is Gavin. His hands are inching closer and closer to her boobs, and whenever they kiss, they’re making these sucky-slurpy noises.
    “Hey, Chas,” Trinity says sleepily. “That’s what beds are for.”
    We all crack up. I can feel Amos watching me. I pull my hair back from my face and twist it into a loose knot.
    After a while Chastity and Gavin go in search of a free bedroom. Once they’re gone Trinity rests her face on the table and closes her eyes. The red-haired girl and the goalie head toward the living room, trailed closely by the other guy. Which leaves Amos and me at opposite ends of the table, rolling a dented ball back and forth.
    Damn.
    This is dangerous.
    “Where’s the bathroom?” I stand up and brace myself against the counter.
    “I’ll show you,” Amos says, pushing back his chair.
    Damn.
    I forgot how hot he is. Stocky but muscular.
    Damn.
    I am way too drunk for this.
    “You don’t have to get all . . .” I’m trying to remember that word for a guy doting on a girl and opening doors for her, but my brain is so fuzzy the only thing I can think about is how Amos and I hooked up at that party in March and he grabbed me toward him, pressing his lips hard against mine.
    “I don’t have to get all what?” Amos whispers in my ear.
    We’re standing an inch from each other, and it’s obvious there’s lust going on. I can feel it between my legs, and as Amos steps closer to me, I can feel it between his legs, too.
    “You’re looking hot tonight,” Amos says.
    His breath smells like alcohol and wet cigarettes, but it’s okay. In fact, it’s turning me on.
    “Bathroom?” I ask meekly. My hair slips out of the knot and falls past my shoulders.
    Amos takes my arm and steers me through the dining room and into the bathroom. Before I can say anything, he’s inside with me and I’m locking the door and we’re making out. I’m leaning against the sink and we’re rubbing our bodies together and he’s grabbing my boobs and I’m grabbing his butt and he’s just reaching down to unzip his jeans when someone knocks at the door.
    “Hey!” a voice shouts.
    I jerk away from Amos.
Shit.
It’s not just a voice. It’s Rachel Almond.
    “Chastity and some guy are in the other bathroom,” Rachel wails. “If you know Chastity, you know how long they’re going to take, so please let me in. I’m going to keep knocking until whoever’s in there opens this door.”
    I can feel my stomach churning. I can feel saliva pooling under my tongue.
    “Amos.” I push him toward the door. “I’m going to throw up.”
    “Want me to hold your hair?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    Amos unlocks the door and I press myself against the towel rack so Rachel won’t see me. But as soon as Amos mumbles that there’s still another person in there, Rachel flicks the light switch and peers inside.
    “V?”
she asks in this horrified voice.
    For a second, we both just stand there, staring at each other. Then she turns and disappears through the dining room.
    I close the door and sink onto my knees