'Kira!' She flipped me the bird without even pausing.

There was no way I was going to run after her, not in my

There was no way I was going to run after her, not in my

four-inch fuck-me pumps. I managed a hobble, though.

'Kira, c'mon. Wait.'

'You're supposed to be my friend,' she said, and the quiet affront in her tone was worse than an insult or a punch.

'God, Paige. Just because you can doesn't always mean

you should, you know? This isn't high school anymore.'

I stopped trying to folow her. 'No shit, realy? And caling

out some dude on the street when he's with another girl,

that's not straight out of high school?'

'That's different!'

'How is it different?'

'You knew how I felt about Jack!' Kira shouted.

We'd have attracted more attention if it wasn't Friday night

just after the bars al closed, but as it was we were just

two more drunk sluts fighting over a guy. In high school I'd

have shouted back at her, maybe even done a little hair

puling.

But as we'd already established, we weren't in high school

But as we'd already established, we weren't in high school

anymore.

I trapped my tongue between my teeth to stop myself from

shouting back, but even then my voice came out clipped

and sharp. 'I said I was sorry. You weren't with him. You

never even dated him. And you weren't even speaking to

me at the time.'

She faltered for a moment, her lashes batting and her

mouth working as though she meant to say something

realy awful but could only come up with '…Yeah, wel.

You shouldn't have.'

I didn't point out the number of boys I'd liked that Kira

had fucked, or tried to fuck, or lied about fucking just to

needle me. I said nothing, just stared, and she at last had

the grace to cut her gaze from mine. She shrugged instead

of speaking.

If you're lucky, the friends you make when you're sixteen

stay with you for the rest of your life. If you're smart, you

know when it's time to let them go. I stopped walking. I

watched her walk toward the diner, where drunk and

hungry people would order eggs and stiff the waitress and

steal the silverware. I let her go there, even though she'd

been drinking and she needed a ride home and I couldn't

be sure the person she'd caled would come to get her.

Yeah. Some friend.

Chapter 04

'I'm realy glad you came,' Austin said this as soon as he opened the door.

I said nothing.

He closed it behind me as I moved past him and into his

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