So far, the party is a complete success. He talked to me the whole time so far, barely even looking in Cassie’s general direction. Which was an advantage for him – she looked horrible. Well, I guess I could take some of the blame for that.

I had payed my nine-year-old brother to arrange a “get-together” with Cassie’s brother. Once he was there, he was to excuse himself to the bathroom, cut up her dress, mess up her makeup and scatter it. And now I owe him fifteen extra dollars – he drew on her shoes with markers.

My girls stood at a distance, dancing with guys every now and then, but glaring over every five minutes. Once the song was done, they would report back and whisper to among themselves, again glaring at me. Aren’t they supposed to support me?!

We are definetly having a little chat afterwards. But that wouldn’t be for another hour and fourty-five minutes. I pulled out my Razr and texted Alyssa.

UBetImHot: Alyssa – y r u guys glarin @ me??
SportyWithaBody:

?!?