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the haunted house with Levi and Sierra last year so he didn’t have to walk through alone. He said Levi wasn’t cool with him grabbing his arm when he got too scared, so he wanted mine available. I thought he was joking till we went through, and Adam made my fingers numb from squeezing them too tight. It was hilarious.
    Jolie spins me around to face her, a sponge full of base already in her hand. She pushes me on the edge of Sierra’s bed and dabs the cold liquid on my forehead, cheeks, chin, and nose. I close my eyes and just let her at it.
    “I wonder if he’s a first date kisser,” she says in my face. Her breath smells like the chocolate protein bar she had for lunch. Sierra and I wanted to force feed her the extra slice of pizza we got for her, but she wouldn’t touch it in that cafeteria.
    “I sure hope not.” I cringe. The nerves just tripled in my stomach making my face feel warm. “I don’t think I could handle that tonight.”
    “Why not?” Sierra asks from her joined bathroom.
    I shrug and get a light tap on the shoulder from Jolie to not move a muscle because eye liner is next. “I think it’s too soon for that. I don’t even know the guy.”
    “But he’s hot.” Jolie laughs.
    “And he seems totally into you,” Sierra adds.
    “If things go well and you get to know him, why not?”
    They may have a point, but my stomach isn’t settling at all. If he goes in for a kiss I’m not sure what I’ll do. At least it won’t be my first kiss ever. I’d really be freaking out right now. Still, I doubt it will be as comfortable and smooth as my kiss with Adam. Great, now all I can think about is that.
    “Well, what do you think?” Sierra prods, and my brain has to rewind a bit.
    “Probably not tonight.”
    Jolie seems disappointed, but satisfied for now with that answer. Sierra hops on the bed behind me and works on my hair seriously trying to hide how she really feels about it, but I can tell she’s a little too happy that I won’t be locking lips with Jay. Wonder what that’s about.
    I twist my fingers, itching for my sketchbook, and pop my gum. After bubble five or six, Jolie sighs and sticks her hand out for me to spit it out. What the hell are Jay and I going to talk about? I don’t talk much period, and he always seems so fumbly around me. I don’t get that at all because a guy that hot should be oozing ego…or is that just a stereotype?
    The doorbell rings as Sierra is spraying the top of my head with her Herbal Essences hairspray. I think I’ve used hairspray maybe twice my whole life. But it smells good and when I examine myself in the mirror, I gotta give props to my friends for making me look better than I probably ever have. The dress is still a little much, but oh well.
    “Totally cute!” Sierra squeals as she runs from the room to get the door. I bolt after her because I don’t want to do that embarrassing walk down the stairs to your date as he watches every move you make and all you can do is pray you don’t fall flat on your nose.
    “Wait! Your shoes!” Jolie screams after me, and I bet we all sound like a stampede, and Jay is waiting on the porch wondering what will greet him when Sierra opens the door.
    I get to the bottom landing and turn so Jolie can toss me my ballet flats. Or her ballet flats to be more precise. I don’t think I’m wearing a single thing I own.
    Bending over at the waist, foot resting on the bottom stair, I tug on the left shoe, and hop over to my right, but in my haste, I tumble face first into the steps just as Sierra lets Jay through the door.
    I think my underwear is showing. Sierra gasps behind me because I’m sure she had no idea what position I was in, and Jolie ducks and hides into the bathroom upstairs. Oh, thanks guys!
    As fast as I can, I tug my dress down and spin around to Jay’s bugged out eyes and Sierra’s flamed face. What does she have to be embarrassed about? She didn’t flash anyone.
    “Um, I’m ready.” I force a