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vibration in my pounding
head is excruciating.
    When I remove my
face from the pillow, I look over at Lexi.   The corners of her lips curl up slightly.  
    “No.   There was no dancing naked on any
tables.”   She sits up against the
headboard.
    “Thank God!”   I lie down on the pillow and stare at
the ceiling, waiting for her to spill.   She doesn’t.   “Lexi!   What happened?   I seriously don’t remember
anything.   Why’d you let me drink
so much?”
    “I didn’t, Kendra,”
she says defensively.   Geesh,
someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.   I can’t blame her.   I’m sure both of us will be royal bitches today.
    “Well, what
happened?” I ask, turning on my side to face her.
    She hesitates.   I can see her contemplating.   Then, she says, “Nothing.   You drank too much.   I drove us home early.   My parents were asleep.   We came upstairs, and we went to bed.”
    I get the feeling
she is holding something back.   “That’s
it?”
    She looks down at
me and pushes a hair from my eyes.   “That’s it.”
    I sit up too fast,
and my head throbs.   “Good.   I was freaking out.   I am never drinking again.”
    After we make
coffee, we sit in the kitchen and gossip about the party last night, or what I
remember of it anyway.   She tells
me how Troy showed up after flying in from Hawaii with his dad.   They played pool together, and he
actually kissed her on the cheek after they won.
    I can see how much
she adores Troy.   Maybe this will
be the year for them after all.   I
ask her what she thought of Nicolás, or Nick, as he insists on being called.
    She looks away from
me, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular.   “I like him.”
    “I like him
too.   And his cousin is freaking
gorgeous, even if he is a bit full of himself.”
    She turns her focus
back on me and giggles.   “And why
do you say that?”
    “You saw him
hanging all over Megan last night.   If a guy goes for that kind of girl, he’s a player.   She obviously attracts that type.”   I try to keep my voice even,
unaffected.   I don’t know why the idea
of Sebastian and Megan together bothers me so badly.
    Lexi shrugs.   “I don’t know.   He seems like a nice guy.”   There’s something in her expression
that I can’t place.
    “You seem very
‘Team Sebastian’ this morning.   What’s up?”
    She shakes her head
and sips her coffee.   “I don’t
know.   I like both the Veneto
boys.   I’m really glad they were
there last night.”   She seems lost
in her thoughts again, and I wonder what she’s not telling me.
    “Yeah, me
too.”   I guess Sebastian wasn’t that bad.   Besides his ungodly good looks, he does seem to be a pretty
fun guy.   At least he doesn’t seem
to have the asshole gene that usually accompanies the gorgeous gene.   I’ve met plenty of those guys, and the
second I see the asshole gene show itself, I run like hell.   Life’s too short to stick around and be
treated like shit by anyone.
    I was happy that
Nicolás remembered me.   The couple
of times I saw him at school yesterday, he seemed totally oblivious.   I thought I had scared him off.
    We leave Lexi’s house
around noon.   My shift at Rose
Canyon starts at four.   I dread
working with a hangover, so I decide to sweat out some of the vodka at the gym
before work.
      I don’t really need a job – my mom
and Derrick pay for everything I need and give me a weekly allowance for gas
and entertainment expenses.   It was
my dad who was adamant about me working.   He said it would build ‘character and discipline’.   Those are his words, not mine.   My mom wanted me to focus on getting
good grades and becoming an Ivy League trophy wife, but my dad insisted.   They agreed to me working no more than
twelve hours per week.   I enjoy my
job at the restaurant so I’m happy my dad won that argument.
    Lexi drops me in
front of my house and waves to my mom through her window.   My