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air and then bend your knees and shake your butt. When we straighten up, Sebastian Kydd is on the dance floor.
    He’s a pretty cool dancer, but then, I expected he would be. He dances a little with Lali, and then he turns to me and takes my hand and starts doing the hustle. It’s a dance I’m good at, and at a certain point one of his legs is in-between mine, and I’m kind of grinding my hips, because this, after all, is a legitimate part of the dance.
    He says, “Don’t I know you?”
    And I say, “Yes, actually you do.”
    Then he says, “That’s right. Our mothers are friends.”
    “Were friends,” I say. “They both went to Smith.” And then the music ends and we go back to our respective tables.
    “That was hilarious.” The Mouse nods approvingly. “You should have seen the look on Donna LaDonna’s face when he was dancing with you.”
    “He was dancing with both of us,” Lali corrects her.
    “But he was mostly dancing with Carrie.”
    “That’s only because Carrie is shorter than I am,” Lali remarks.
    “Whatever.”
    “Exactly,” I say, and get up to go to the bathroom.
    The restroom is at the end of a narrow hall on the other side of the bar. When I come out, Sebastian Kyddis standing next to the door as if he’s waiting to go in. “Hello,” he says. He delivers this in a sort of fakey way, like he’s an actor in a movie, but he’s so good-looking, I decide I don’t mind.
    “Hi,” I say cautiously.
    He smiles. And then he says something astoundingly ridiculous. “Where have you been my whole life?”
    I almost laugh, but he appears to be serious. Several responses run through my head, and finally I settle on: “Excuse me, but aren’t you on a date with someone else?”
    “Who says it’s a date? She’s a girl I met at a party.”
    “Sure looks like a date to me.”
    “We’re having fun,” he says. “For the moment. You still live in the same house?”
    “I guess so—”
    “Good. I’ll come by and see you sometime.” And he walks away.
    This is one of the oddest and most intriguing things that has ever happened to me. And despite the bad-movie-ish quality to the scene, I’m actually hoping he meant what he said.
    I go back to the table, full of excitement, but the atmosphere has changed. The Mouse looks bored talking to Lali, and Walt appears glum, while Peter impatiently shakes the ice cubes in his glass. Maggie suddenly decides she wants to leave. “I guess that means I’m going,” Walt says with a sigh.
    “I’ll drop you first,” Maggie says. “I’m going to drive Peter home, too. He lives near me.”
    We get into our respective vehicles. I’m dying to tell Lali about my encounter with the notorious Sebastian Kydd, but before I can say a word, Lali announces that she’s “kind of mad at The Mouse.”
    “Why?”
    “Because of what she said. About that guy, Sebastian Kydd. Dancing with you and not me. Couldn’t she see he was dancing with both of us?”
    Rule number five: Always agree with your friends, even if it’s at your own expense, so they won’t be upset. “I know,” I say, hating myself. “He was dancing with both of us.”
    “And why would he dance with you, anyway?” Lali asks. “Especially when he was with Donna LaDonna?”
    “I have no idea.” But then I remember what The Mouse said. Why shouldn’t Sebastian dance with me? Am I so bad? I don’t think so. Maybe he thinks I’m kind of smart and interesting and quirky. Like Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice .
    I dig around in my bag and find one of Maggie’s cigarettes. I light up, inhale briefly, and whoosh the smoke out the window.
    “Ha,” I say aloud, for no particular reason.

CHAPTER SIX
Bad Chemistry
    I’ve had boyfriends before, and frankly, each one was a disappointment.
    There was nothing horribly wrong with these boys. It was my fault. I’m kind of a snob when it comes to guys.
    So far, the biggest problem with the boys I’ve dated is that they weren’t too