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Yummy’s dresser drawers held only awful clothes; her closet, even worse outfits. And her room, in general, was a cesspool of what-not-to-wears and things that had collected so much dust and mold that they appeared to be science projects. Taking one last glance around the room, Kassidy couldn’t think of anywhere else to check for dirt she could use against Yummy. Then her eyes landed on the juice-stained mattress. A spot she hadn’t yet checked.
    Ahh , she thought, then knee-walked to her cell phone to see if Carsen had texted her back. She’d texted him almost an hour ago to see if they could reschedule, and he hadn’t responded. She was growing more panicky and livid by the second. For some reason—probably her need to have several male friends to make up for not having Brent in her life—she worried that she wouldn’t hear from Carsen again, and she despised her evil stepsister more with every tick of the clock. Yummy had crushed her freedom and now seemed to have demagnetized her pull on Carsen. And she couldn’t have that. She needed Carsen, his motorcycle, and as many opportunities to learn about her new neighborhood and city as she could get. He was supposed to be the vehicle to help her achieve her goals. Plus, she remembered, he was cute. That was an extra bonus.
    She knee-walked her way back over to the bed, deciding she’d have to deal with getting in touch with Carsen later. With all her might, she used her strength to lift the yucky mattress. Unsurprised, she found crumbs galore, and snack cake and cookie wrappers—all empty, of course. Just about to lower the Serta, she saw a small yellow sticky note on the edge of the top right corner of the box spring. She dropped the mattress, made her way to where she’d spotted the paper, pushed her fingers under the fitted sheet, and pulled out the note. She read it aloud.
    â€œProm Choices: Alek / white boy. Six four. Fifteen. Size twelve shoes, extralarge shirts. Single. Phone number, five-five-five-dash-eight-two-five-three ...’ What does the rest of this say? Her writing sucks,” she said, straining to make out the last two numbers. “Ah, got it!” she exclaimed, then began reading the rest. Yummy had quite a list of guys she liked and wanted, and, to Kassidy’s surprise, Romero’s name was on the list with two stars next to it, and there was some other guy named Diggs on there. There was a row of question marks next to his name. She wondered who he was and stuck the paper into her pocket.
    Satisfied that she’d finally found something she could use against Yummy, Kassidy stood, messed up what she’d cleaned up while searching through the cesspool of a room, and walked out. If Yummy wanted to play, they would play. Overtime.
    Her phone vibrated in her hand just as she was closing Yummy’s door, and a smile spread across her face. Romero was calling while Yummy was walking into the house. Game time . Kassidy rolled her eyes at a snarling Yummy.
    â€œRomero!” Kassidy announced his name almost at the top of her lungs, happy to hear from him. Happier that she could see panic on Yummy’s face. “Thank you for last night. I had so much fun.”
    â€œMe too. What’s up? Still unpacking and having family day?” he asked while chewing something.
    â€œNo. Waiting for you.”
    Romero laughed, and she could hear a smile in his voice. “Cool. I’m right around the corner.”
    Kassidy threw on her best sexy voice, like one she’d heard in movies. “Well, I need you to make either a left or a right, whichever’s gonna get you here first and the fastest.” She hung up the phone and casually looked over her shoulder at Yummy, who stood stuck in place with her mouth open wide enough to house a small beehive. It was Kassidy’s turn to snarl, then she capped the nasty look with a huge grin. “And you, Ms. Snack Queen, I’m gonna need