up in the window just as I reached it.
âAugh!â I screamed, almost dropping my plate.
âEverything okay?â called Dad.
âYeah.â I pressed my hand to my heart. âNothing serious.â I glared at Emily and opened the kitchen window. âI have easy access to several sharp knives. Speak.â
âI need your help,â she said. âCan you meet me outside when youâre ready? Please?â
I knew Emilyâs stubborn nature meant she wouldnât leave until sheâd had her say. At least this time I wasnât in a bathroom stall.
âFine,â I said with a sigh.
âAnd you might want to trim back these bushes,â she said. âI almost couldnât make it to the window.â
I fixed her with a stare.
âIâll just be on the porch,â she said quickly, and hurried away.
Back at the table, Dad was packing up for work.
âWho was that?â he asked.
âEmily,â I said. âShe wanted to talk before school.â
âSure she did,â said Parker with a snort. âIâll bet Ms. Success sent her to spy on us.â
Nick checked out the window. âI wondered what that surveillance van was doing across the street.â
I rolled my eyes. âWhatever.â
âItâd be less obvious without the Champs star on the side.â
âShut up!â I said, laughing now.
âAll right, everyone, Iâve got a meeting in â¦â Dad checked his watch and winced. âHalf an hour ago. So be good at school.â He pointed at Parker. âPay attention in class.â He pointed at Nick. âAnd get some extracurriculars.â He kissed me on the forehead. âIâll see all of you tonight.â
And with that he was gone.
The second the door clicked behind Dad, Parker jumped out of his chair. âI need to brush my teeth!â he blurted, and dashed upstairs.
Nick looked at me. âDo you think heâs volumizing?â
I nodded. âYep.â
âDo you think I should stop him?â
âIf youâre tired of living, sure.â I got up from the table. âI have to meet Emily. Good luck.â
âYeah, you too,â said Nick, grabbing a pot lid and holding it in front of him like a shield. Before the Battle of the Evins could begin, I grabbed my backpack and stepped out to join Emily.
âAll right, whatâs the drama?â I asked.
Instantly, she turned pink. âThereâs this boy.â
I cringed. Emily was going to talk about her love life. I was neither prepared nor interested in having this conversation.
âLook, I donât have a boyfriend,â I told her. âIâm not the best person to offer romantic advice.â
âI donât have a boyfriend either,â she said. âNot yet. Thatâs why I need your help.â
âWhy?â I leaned in. âAre you in love with one of my brothers?â
Emilyâs face twisted into a grimace. âEw! No.â
âAhem.â I pulled back and crossed my arms. âThatâs my family youâre talking about. You could do a lot worse.â
âSorry,â she said.
âI mean, weâve got naturally great teeth.â I flashed my whites at her. âAnd we donât look it, but weâve got excellent knees.â
â Fine ,â she said, stepping off the porch. âCan we get back to me?â
âRight.â I followed her out to the sidewalk. âSo you like some guy.â
âTrevor,â she whispered. âThe one from the picture in my stepmomâs office. Heâs in your Champs class.â
I lowered my voice too. âWhy are you being so secretive?â
âOther girls from school take this path,â said Emily. âAnd if they heard me talk about how amazing Trevor is, theyâd hunt him down andââ
âKill him?â I asked, widening my eyes in mock fear.
Emily gave me a