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Scorpio and you’re a Leo, and everyone knows they don’t mix.” I’m just guessing since obviously I have no idea if they’re a good match, but I can tell by Annabelle’s face that my guess was spot on.
    â€œThat’s just amateur astrology,” she says irritably. “It doesn’t take into account rising signs or birth charts or anything.”
    I almost laugh. Then I do. I can’t help it. But it’s a cold, miserable laugh, like the rain.
    â€œPete, are you coming back?”
    Annabelle and I both turn and see Sarah coming toward us, a big, black umbrella protecting her from the pounding drizzle. Seeing it makes me realize I am soaked. And seeing her makes me realize that it is time to move on, past the new Annabelle and her endless talk about stars.
    â€œYes,” I say. “I’m coming right now.”

Jed Rogers
    Born February 3: Aquarius
    Rising Sign: Cancer

    You are an eccentric who seeks out the unusual and unique. With the right match, you will remain true, despite your need for independence. But that drive for freedom can cause you to isolate yourself. This summer will see your business boom. Don’t hide your true feelings behind that success, because come autumn you may have money but no special someone to spend it on.

chapter 6
    He just left you standing there in the rain?”
    Vanessa’s voice is incredulous and makes my eyes well with tears. Again. Since my eyes are already swollen and sore from endless sleepless hours of crying, it’s particularly painful. Though not as painful as telling Vanessa about what happened on the boardwalk last night—retelling it in real time is like reliving it.
    Of course, she called first thing in the morning, worried because she had seen Pete and Sarah come back to the pool hall together. She tried me last night, but I wasn’t able to talk then. And I’m starting to wonder if I’m really able to do it now. It’s eight fifteen, but because I’ve barely slept, it feels more like three.
    â€œWhat did I tell you?” she fumes, not waiting for an answer. “I can’t believe he’d treat you like this. Actually, I can. Boys are jerks. End of story.”
    For once a bitter-shrew rant is actually making me feel slightly better about things. Pete is a jerk. I still can’t believe he said the things he said, or how he would actually be remotely attracted to Sarah and her stupid tattoos. I mean, okay, maybe I said a couple of things I shouldn’t have. I cringe every time I remember calling him a dumb jock—that was a hit below the belt. But the things he said to me were much worse. Much, much worse.
    â€œYeah,” I mutter when Vanessa pauses.
    â€œYou know, in the end it’s for the best,” Vanessa says.
    â€œHow could Pete calling me a freak be for the best?” I ask, almost laughing in spite of my misery.
    â€œBecause he showed his true colors,” she says. “Before this, there were hints at his jerkiness, but you were still tied to him. You needed solid proof. And last night you got it. He’s not worth your time. It’s that simple.”
    â€œI don’t know. I just…can’t believe it.”
    â€œLook at it this way,” Vanessa says, and in the background I hear her turning pages of a newspaper. “This morning in the New York Times there was a story on the rise of teen pregnancy in Uganda. That could’ve been you if you’d kept on falling for Pete’s act.”
    Now I do laugh. “Except that I don’t live in Uganda. And I’m still a virgin, in case you forgot.”
    â€œThat’s irrelevant,” she says impatiently. “The point is that all over the world girls are getting sweet-talked by jerky guys, and the guys sail off into the sunset while the girls are left with a shattered heart and possibly a child.”
    â€œDoes the article say that all the guys are leaving the