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was beaming up at me, sitting in a chair beside Adam, her boyfriend. I felt my cheeks flush as I counted the people at the table—they were all soccer players or soccer players’ girlfriends.

“What are we doing?” I asked Chloe through gritted teeth.

“Neither of us is dating a football player anymore, Lissa. So we don’t have to worry about pissing anyone off. Ellen invited us.” My new best friend tossed a smile at my old best friend, and a nice full-circle feeling overwhelmed me. Just for an instant.

“Take a seat,” Adam said, grinning at me. “Anyone who makes an ass out of Randy Vincent is a friend of mine.”

“Actually,” I said stiffly, sliding into the chair on the other side of Ellen’s, “I think he made the ass out of me.”

“Au contraire,” Adam argued, pointing a plastic fork in my direction. “While it may have seemed that way in the moment, in

the long run, Randy will be the one to suffer. He revealed to half the female population that he cheats on girls and divulges intimate secrets about his girlfriend to the school at large. So even though it sucked for you, consider your scene at Homecoming a fair and kind warning to the rest of the world. Oh, and most likely, it will keep him from getting laid.”

While I doubted that last bit, based on the way The Blonde had been wiggling in Randy’s lap when I passed, I didn’t argue.

Chloe plopped into the seat on my other side. “Anyone going up to get food?” she asked, jerking her head toward the lunch line.

“I’ll go with you,” I said, feeling silly about standing up when I’d barely been sitting for five seconds. “Come on.”

“Oh, go ahead,” Chloe said. “I was just seeing if anyone else was going. Can you get me a Diet Coke? Thanks.”

I swatted her arm with the back of my hand. “Lazy ass.”

“You love my ass. Don’t lie.”

“I’ll go with you, Lissa,” Ellen said, getting to her feet. “I’m actually craving those gross, soggy french fries. I must be losing it.”

I laughed a little nervously before following her toward the lunch line. Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure why I was still so anxious around her. I mean, we’d attended two slumber parties together in the past two weeks, and we’d talked… a few times. But then again, this was the first time we’d been near each other without Chloe and Kelsey between us, screaming obscenities at each other.

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll get a hamburger instead,” Ellen was

saying. “They’re obnoxiously greasy, but sometimes greasy can be good, right? What do you think?”

“I’m sorry.” It came out of my mouth before I could stop it. I tucked my hair behind my ear and cleared my throat. “I mean, not about the hamburgers. I’m sorry about us. How we stopped hanging out and stuff, and—”

“I know. Me, too.”

“It was my fault,” I said. “I let having a boyfriend and the whole football–soccer drama come between us.”

“Yeah… You did mess up pretty bad,” Ellen said, reaching down and squeezing my hand. “But whatever. I’m over it, and we’re hanging out now. We’re cool.”

I beamed at her. “I’m glad.”

“Me, too.”

We chatted for a few more minutes as we inched forward in the line, catching up on the things we’d missed in the last year—apparently, Ellen’s brother had gotten kicked out of middle school for fighting and was now going to a private school. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t been with her through that. But it was like she’d said—I was there now, and that’s what mattered.

“You know,” she said after we’d loaded our trays with food and I’d grabbed Chloe’s Diet Coke, “I knew. Even before Randy said anything at Homecoming, I knew you were… Well, I knew you hadn’t slept with him.”

I blushed. “Um… thank you?”

“No, seriously,” she said as she handed the cranky-looking cashier the money for her lunch. “I mean, I second-guessed myself a few times, but when you started the strike I just

thought… I thought I still knew you, and the you I knew wouldn’t have slept with him, if that makes sense.”

“I thought about it a few times. We got close.”

“I know, I know. Don’t get me wrong, he’s hot and I know you loved him, but…” She hesitated, watching as I paid for my meal. “As much of a control freak as you are, I knew it couldn’t have happened. Not with an idiot like Randy, at least. It’s nice to know I still know you.”

“Better than anyone,” I told her.

“Except Chloe,” she said, walking back to the table with me. “You two are insanely cute together. It’s almost ridiculous.”

I was about to respond when we reached the table and Chloe—speak of the devil—leaped from her chair and swiped her Diet Coke off my tray so fast that I jumped, startled, and a few fries fell off the plate and onto the floor.

“Right.” I sighed. “Really cute.”

Chloe took a swig of her drink and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sorry,” she said. “I was dying of thirst. You guys took forever.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Your Highness.”

“You’re forgiven.”

Ellen laughed as she reclaimed her seat next to Adam.

I sighed and sat down, only just then realizing that there was now someone sitting in the seat across from me.

“So, Cash, what happened to you Friday night?” Adam asked. “At Homecoming. Did you bail or what?”

Cash’s green eyes met mine across the table before he looked at Adam. “Yeah, I left early. Wasn’t really feeling it this year.”


“You’re never feeling it,” Adam said. “You never take a date, and sometimes you don’t even show up. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the whole Mr. Unattainable tactic, but usually a dude does that as a means to an end. You’re sort of missing the point here, Cash.”

For a second, I thought I saw Cash turn red.

“I don’t know, man,” he told Adam. “I’m just too busy to date right now. Between soccer, working, and keeping the grades up so I can get this scholarship… I just need to stay focused, you know?”

Adam snorted. “All right,” he said. “But you know we’re talking about a date, right? Like, just asking a chick to Homecoming. Not planning a wedding.”

“You’re breaking the heart of every girl in Hamilton,” Ellen teased him, throwing a french fry in his direction. “The way you flirt with them. They all think they have a shot, and then you go and say things like, ‘Oh, I have to stay focused.’ ” Her imitation of Cash sounded more like a deep-voiced caveman than anything.

“It’s so true,” Chloe chimed in. “You’re really going to give Lissa a run for her money as school tease.”

I felt my cheeks heat up as everyone—Cash in particular—turned their eyes on me. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists in my lap to keep from tapping on the table.

“Sorry,” Chloe said after taking a sip of her drink. “That sounded better in my head.” She looked imploringly at me. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s cool,” I said quickly. I looked across the table at Cash, and I felt the tension ease up a bit. “I mean… really, there’s no

comparison. Unless Cash has his tease status formally announced at prom, I think the crown is safe with me.”

“I’ll get on that—having it announced at prom,” Cash replied. “But anyway, it’ll be hard to get a date now. With this sex strike going on. Might as well just wait.”

“Hold up,” Adam said, and his attention was back on me. “You mean the strike isn’t over? Even now that you and the buffoon are done?”

I shook my head. “No. The strike doesn’t end until the rivalry does.”

“You’re kidding.” Adam groaned.

“Why would you think it was over?” Ellen questioned. “You didn’t ask me about it.”

“I just assumed now that Lissa doesn’t have to put up with Randy’s shit, everything would go back to normal. Isn’t that why this whole thing started? Because he’s a douchebag?”

“Actually,” Ellen said before I could respond, “it’s not just about Randy. We’ve been over this a thousand times before, Adam. It’s about everyone. I got pissed when you guys shoved Luther into his locker and left him there for a whole block. I wasn’t cool with that, and I’m not cool with this, either. None of the girls are. So, like Lissa said, it’s not over until the rivalry is over.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Sure. We’ll see how much longer it lasts.”

“At least our efforts are organized,” I said. I was beginning to lose the affection for him that I’d felt upon first approaching the table. “We’re supporting one another and talking to one another

and helping one another through this. All the boys do is sit around and wait for us to change our minds, but that’s not going to happen. The strike doesn’t end until the rivalry does.”

Adam frowned at me, and he started to say something, but Chloe cut him off.

“Look, can we not fight right now?” she asked. “Normally, I’d be all about the drama—watching it, not taking part in it, of course—but after Friday night, I’m on overload. So can we skip the debate here, kids?”

Adam slouched into his seat. “Whatever.”

“For the record,” Ellen added, turning to Cash, “nothing in the oath the girls made says we can’t date. Besides, only the current girlfriends of the teammates made the oath to begin with. There’s no reason for you to use that as an excuse.”

Cash smiled at her. That winning, charming, perfect smile that won me over time and again. “You’re right,” he said. “Strike or not, I’m not really looking for a girlfriend…. But”—and I swear his eyes locked on mine—“if someone special came along, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to let her get away.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Ellen said. “As long as you’re keeping your options open.”

But I didn’t think it was good to hear at all. Cash had basically just told me that I wasn’t worth his time. He’d let me go before, so clearly I wasn’t special enough for him to date. The hope I’d carried after his visit yesterday was crushed. The way he’d looked at me when he said it left no room for misinterpretation.

“Oh, well, that’s a dick move,” I blurted out. “You basically just said that every girl you’ve ever flirted with wasn’t worth it.

And since pretty much the entire female population here has thrown themselves at you at one time or another, you’re implying that you’re too good for all of us.” I scrambled hastily to my feet when I saw the barely contained shock on the faces around the table.

“Lissa—” Cash began.

But I was already stumbling away.

“Where are
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