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you know what you’re into? This is college. You’re supposed to experiment.”
    “I know I’m not into getting involved with my roommate.”
    And this time we all laugh even though I’m sorta wondering what the hell happened to my kiss. Though, to be honest, I probably couldn’t take it. Not tonight.
    “Fair enough,” Libby says. “But you’re still gonna wanna pretend at the party. Trust me. It’ll save you from a world of bad come-ons.”
    “And what am I supposed to do at this party?” I say. The color is starting to come back into Honor’s cheeks and the intensity of the kiss has totally dissipated , which I guess is the way with Libby.
    Libby rubs her chin in mock-thought. “I don’t know. What’s the male equivalent of a fag hag?”
    “Forget it,” I mumble. I grab the girls’ hands and walk toward the party.
     
     
    B lue Light House is packed when we get there. Bodies are pressed so tightly in together that I can’t even get near the keg for almost an hour. I keep my eye on Honor and Libby while I’m waiting. Libby keeps her hand on Honor’s back and at first, Honor is tense and moves away, but after the second guy slides up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, she sticks to Libby like glue.
    The haze of weed smoke is everywhere , and the music is so loud that I couldn’t even talk to the guy in front of me if I wanted to. Which I don’t. All I want is out of here. I was never a party guy in high school. I’m not great in crowds. And it’s even more true in college. I’ve always been a better listener than talker. Plus, the lights in the house actually are blue, and red, which is giving me the worst kind of headache and making me think that the ratty patterned carpet is covered in bugs.
    By the time I get to the keg, the beer is so sudsy in our cups that I know we’ve reached the bottom. If they don’t come in with more beer, the place’ll empty out pretty soon. I make my way to Libby and Honor and find them with beer cups already.
    “Why did I just wait in that massive line?” I say, juggling the three cups of suds.
    Libby lifts a shoulder and smiles. “I don’t know,” she shouts. “I haven’t waited in line for anything since I was in seventh grade and wanted to camp out for Buffalo Tom concert tickets.”
    I quickly choke down the suds before putting the cups down against the edge of the wall . Honor looks like she wants to puke. So I guess she feels the same way about parties that I do. Libby is the exact opposite. It’s like she’s absorbing all the energy in the room. Her eyes are buzzing and traveling everywhere.
    “What are we doing here?” Honor says. Screams, really.
    “Just wait,” Libby says.
    And then my gut drops when Libby points to Mr. Handsome-and-Perfect painter walking out the back door. God fucking dammit. If Libby came to get Honor and him together, that could have happened in a million more convenient ways. And now I’m trapped in a house with a shit headache, a manic pixie, and a horrified Honor.

Chapter Nine
    Honor
     
    I’ m shaking from just being here and grab a beer cup of foam to drink down before my nerves take over my body and I forget to speak.
    Libby know s everyone, and her stupid idea of pretending to by my girlfriend isn’t as stupid as I thought it would be. I’m not sure how to keep guys from grabbing me, but Libby does. She’s saving me, and I hate her for bringing me here, but love her for protecting me, which is sort of how she works. Or we work.
    “Go!” Libby’s pushing me toward the door, and I glance back at Toby, but I’ve already lost him in the crowd. A pang of worry hits me but then I remember he’s a guy and will be fine.
    But Sawyer’s here.
    Suddenly another girl kiss is preferable to whatever kind of embarrassment Libby’s going to put me through when we step into the backyard.
    A few more people high-five Libby on our way out, and I’m trying to figure out how one girl can know so many