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me what happened."
    Sarah fixed her with a patient look.
    "I don't always think that. And it happens to be true, this time." She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "I got drunk and tried to throw myself at Jeremy."
    Reagan's eyes flashed with excitement. "Well that's way more interesting than my night was." She got a worried look on her face. "But that stays between you and me. Tate seems convinced that I had the best night of my life." She waved a hand. "Anyway...I want all the details, so start spilling!"
    Sarah let out a little sigh, and launched into the story about her night. She told her everything. About Huck showing up at the party, about what Billie said to him. And then she told her about the police and having to jump over the back wall to get away from them. Then came the most embarrassing part of the story--the walk home, where Sarah had invited him up to her room, and then all but tried to drag him in after her.
    "But he was a gentleman and he wouldn't even come near the door," she added, at the end.
    By the time the story was done, Reagan was sporting the biggest smile Sarah had ever seen.
    "I don't see what the big deal is, he sounds like a pretty wonderful guy. You shouldn't feel bad--just go for it!"
    "I don't feel bad. It's just that, sometimes I get the feeling that he's interested in me, and then other times he wants to keep me away. He's got my head so spun around that I don't know what to think."
    Reagan shook her head and hopped to her feet.
    "That's just how guys are," she said. "One minute you think you know them, and the next you have no idea what's going on."
    Sarah considered it for a moment. Reagan was right. She didn't know anything that could be more confusing than trying to figure out what was going on in a guy's head. It was like they were speaking a different language most of the time.
    "Still, I'm sure I made a complete fool of myself," Sarah said. "I mean, I basically threw myself at him when he was just trying to be a gentleman."
    Reagan waved her hand. "Guys like that sort of thing--trust me. I have five older brothers, and they find that kind of stuff flattering."
    "If you say so."
    "I do--don't give it another thought. Just play it cool and he'll be eating out of the palm of your hand in no time."
    Just then, the door flew open and Tate bounded in with a triumphant look on his face. He wore his thick-rimmed glasses, and tight denim jeans with a V-neck t-shirt. In his hand was what appeared to be a colorful flyer, and his eyes were wide with excitement.
    "Kill. Me. Now," he said, pushing the flyer in front of Reagan. She let out a confused laugh and took it from him. "I'm serious, kill me now. I can't handle this." Reagan read the flyer, a look of confusion playing across her face.
    "What is it?" Sarah asked.
    "What is it?" Tate said, turning a horrified face to her. "It's only the biggest party of the year."
    "Oh, is this the thing you were telling me about?" Reagan asked. Tate's lips curled back in a look of insulted horror.
    "This isn't just a thing , it's going to be the best thing that's ever happened in your whole life."
    "What's so great about it?" Sarah asked, taking the flyer from Reagan. The flyer was covered in bright, psychedelic colors, but the only thing it said was "Are You Ready" in the center, with a rainbow-colored symbol beneath it. She shook her head, looking up. "I don't get it."
    Tate slapped a palm to his forehead. The look he gave them made Sarah wonder whether he was going to run out of the room screaming or just call them idiots and refuse to be their friends.
    "The Rave Fest is only the most anticipated party in the city," he began. "They throw it every year, and it's usually such a crazy time that they won't even announce where it's being held until the last minute."
    "Why would they want to do that?" Sarah asked. "What if people forget because they don't know where it's going to be?"
    Sarah wasn't an expert on concert promotions, but she'd