“You’re such a bad liar, Vick,” I said rolling my eyes and clutching my book protectively to my chest.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“You practically had an anuerism when Eric said ‘hey’. You aren’t fooling anyone. But, whatever. Thanks for following me. Now I remember why I haven’t been out of my house in weeks,” I said as we got into the car. Vicki started the engine, and as we were about to pull out, we both saw Eric in the yard with…

“Sadie Ashmore?” Vicki gasped, her eyes as big as headlights.

“God, isn’t she like, fourteen? That is so gross. Oh, wait, that’s Eric. I mean…is he Vladmir Nobokov now?” I said. Vicki just sat there looking hurt.

“Vicki?” I said, prodding her arm, “Vick? Are you okay? Do you want me to go kick his ass or something? Because I totally could. I’ll go all Tura Santana on that guy!” I reached for the door handle with determination.

“No Mara…” she said, trailing off.

“Let’s go get nachos at the 711,” I suggested, “That always makes me feel better.”