“I’m not talking about sex. I hated parking. He finally grabbed a blanket out of his trunk. And don’t say it. I don’t even want to know where that blanket has been.”
Riley chuckles. “That blanket hasn’t been anywhere. It’s new. Mom saw something on television about some kids freezing to death in a blizzard. The blanket is part of the winter survival kits she put in all of our cars before we left for school.”
“Thank God.”
“I’ll have to let Mom know that the blanket has already come in handy.”
I flip him off and laugh. “Don’t you dare!”
He starts tickling me. I scream, laugh, and squirm my way off his bed, then manage to launch myself back onto Dallas’.
“What happened with you and Beth last night?” Riley asks Dallas.
Dallas gets a sneaky grin.
“Did you have sex with her?” I ask. Based on his grin he definitely got something.
He shakes his head and laughs. “No, but I can confirm the color of her panties.” He picks up a pair of jeans lying on the floor, reaches into the front pocket, and flings something hot pink across the room to Riley.
Riley catches it and holds up a hot pink cotton thong.
“That’s so gross,” I screech while Riley says, “That’s awesome.”
Dallas shakes his head at us and laughs. “Can you believe that? I’m starting a collection. I’m calling it Panties For the Poor. I’m going to collect as many as I can and then at the end of the year, I’ll donate them all to charity.”
“That’s very philanthropic of you. Your dad would be proud.”
Dallas starts laughing really hard.
I slap him on the back and say, “Come on, boys. It’s time to go play in the glitter.”
French kissing crisis.
7:50pm
Hottie God: Desperately need you. For workbook help.
Me: Library 20 min?
Hottie God: My room 20 min.
Me: NO!
Hottie God: Fine. Library it is.
The girls and I are in our hangout spot. On the floor of Katie’s and my room. Annie is sorting through all the signs we made this weekend. This afternoon, Annie had the brilliant idea of buying a bunch of Milk Duds. Like, she went and bought out every store in a ten-mile radius.
Now we’re wrapping then with leopard print labels that have big red and black letters on the front: Don’t Be Cougar Poo. Vote for Keatyn Monrooooo!
Which is really quite hysterical, if you ask me. Because Milk Duds do kinda look like cougar poo.
Annie says to me, “It’s too bad you didn’t come with Ace and all of us to the movies. We saw Running with the Angels. It was such a good movie. But then I love all of Abby Johnston’s movies. Isn’t she just great?”
I nod. “Yeah, she really is.”
“It’s weird, but she reminds me of you.”
Oh, crap. “Really? How so?”
“It’s not that you look like her, but your mannerisms and your gestures. The way you tilt your head. Even your voice. They are almost identical.”
“That’s really weird. I’ve seen most of her movies and never noticed that.”
I look around at them. All spending their time to help me with my campaign. Doing it because we’re friends. I wish I could tell them the truth. I wish I could tell them even Tommy can’t tell us apart on the phone. But I can’t. Fortunately, Annie drops it.
“What did you and Dawson do last night?”
“We played mini golf. Got some dinner.” Spent a lot of time at the lake.
“So did you kiss Ace?” I ask Annie to change the subject.
“No,” she says disappointedly.
“Did anything happen?” Maggie asks.
“He held my hand most of the night. That’s a good sign, right?”
Maggie and I both smile at her and say at the same time, “It’s a very good sign.”
“Jinx!” We both scream at each other.
Maggie blurts out, “Ohmigawd, did you have sex with Dawson yet or what?”
“Look, I don’t want to disappoint you guys, but I don’t really think it’s anyone’s business, and I don’t want it getting around school either way. So I’m gonna have to say no comment.”
Annie looks at me, trying to size me up. “That means you did it.”
“No, it doesn’t. It means I don't want people talking about whether we did or didn’t, so I’m saying no comment either way.”
Katie huffs. “Okay, so you did some stuff, right?”
“Yeah, I can say we did some stuff.”
Maggie starts to play along, “And was that stuff good and fun?”
My eyes get all dreamy, I know, but I can’t help it.
“It was very good, very fun. Did you notice the key necklace he’s started wearing around his neck?”
“I did notice because it’s not something guys usually wear,” Annie says.
“It’s the key to his heart. He tried to give it to me the other night. I told him no, so he’s wearing it until I cave.”
“Oh, that is so cute. Why wouldn’t you want the key to his heart?” Maggie asks.
“He’s not ready for that, and neither am I.”
“So what are you ready for? Hot, naked sex?”
I laugh out loud. Maggie is funny and she really loves to talk about sex.
I roll my eyes at her but then give her a little. “I can say that he is seriously hot. All of him.”