donât you make it yourself, Rachael Ray? Then you can put in whatever you want.â
âBecause itâs inefficient,â said Chloe. She took the spoon from Angela and removed all but the last few pieces of onion. âEverybody has a job to do, and if everybody would do it right , then we wouldnât be running latelike we are right now.â
I looked around and, sure enough, Chloe had taken a bunch of our friends and put them to work. Weâd already dragged the flat screen up to my room, plus the Wii. Now we were making refreshments. Jenna Rogers and Kiersten Coons were in charge of cutting up veggies while Madison Verbeck spooned cookie dough onto baking sheets. Violet Alexander was mixing up guacamole, andâ¦
âWhereâs Dina?â I asked just as Bill and Brice banged into the kitchen. College hadnât started for them yet, so theyâd stayed in Lake Champion an extra week to party. Their arms were loaded with bags from the liquor store that never checks IDs.
As soon as they saw the twins, everybody dropped what they were doing and tried to look cool.
âSo, Bill!â chirped Chloe. âAre you two going to be around tonight? We could totally use your input on the new girls.â
âThatâs a negative.â Bill leaned over and snagged a celery stick. âWeâre headed to The Rocks.â
âBut we didnât forget you,â added Brice. He set one of his bags down on the table. âThereâs beer, Booneâs, and peach schnapps in there. Should be enough to at least get you started.â
Everybody totally forgot their cool as they swarmedaround the table. If itâs possible to fit fourteen arms into one paper bag, we managed to do it. I opened a bottle of beer and took a long drink.
âHey, Brooke.â Brice stopped on his way out the door. âHowâs your ass?â
âYeah!â chimed in Bill before they both disappeared down the hall. âWatch your butt tonight, okay, Baby B?â
Everybody cracked up. I poured the rest of my beer down the sink. At the end-of-summer party, Iâd thought it was hilarious to let Dan Hummel chase me around and try to whip my bare ass with some old Mardi Gras beads weâd found in my kitchen junk drawer. The next morning, though, when my butt cheeks were covered in welts and people were posting photos on Facebook, it didnât seem funny at all. Plus, I had a hazy memory of running into the street and almost getting hit by a car. All because I was sloppy, stupid drunk.
I tossed my bottle into the recycle bin, but if anybody noticed me wasting perfectly good beer they didnât say anything. Thatâs because Dina had just walked into the room.
âDina!â shouted Chloe. âWhere are the DVDs? Didnât you get them?â
âNo.â Dinaâs voice was small and sad. She slumped into a kitchen chair.
âHey!â I went over and knelt down next to her. âWhat happened?â
âI went to Videoworld.â
âAnd?â Videoworld was a dump, but not bad enough for a visit there to make someone look borderline suicidal. Dina glanced around to see if the others were listening. They totally were, even though they pretended to be busy with their snack making.
â He works at Videoworld,â she half-whispered to me. âI didnât know he worked there.â
âWhat? Oh no!â Chloe flew across the kitchen and flung her arms around Dinaâs neck. âAre you saying you saw Noah?â
Dina deflated even more. Her nose went red.
âI didnât know he worked there, either!â Chloe said. âIf Iâd known I would have told you to go to Blockbuster instead. Itâs just that Videoworld has such a better selectionâ¦.â
I shot Chloe a look. Noah Brink was a senior. Dinaâd practically gone all the way with him over the summer and heâd not only dumped her the next week, but heâd