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I am so hoping that he won’t. He knows I like Brooklyn, and I don’t want things to be awkward with us. He’s so fun to hang out with.
    After closing down the club, we go to an after-party at Troy’s, then drive to an all-night diner on the beach, have breakfast, and watch the sunrise.
    “So we can’t tell anyone about last night, right?” he asks when I drop him off at home.
    “That’s right.”
    “I may have to blackmail you.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, if you don’t take me with you next time you go, I’ll tell everyone your dirty little secret.” 
    He winks at me, shuts the door, and I drive home with a smile on my face. 

 
     
     
     
    Friday, May 13th
    I’m way into her.
    1am
     
    “We could have a lot of fun together, if you know what I mean,” Vanessa says to Sander.
    Yes, we all know exactly what she means. 
    My supposed best friend is offering my boyfriend sex. 
    She doesn’t see me walk up behind her. She’s too busy batting her fake eyelashes and tossing around her long, dark curls to notice me. 
    I watch as she runs her fake red nails across Sander’s forearm. She’s swaying drunkenly back and forth. 
    “A guy as hot as you shouldn’t have to wait. I wouldn’t make you wait,” she says.
    Sander, who was crowned Prom King earlier, looks particularly handsome tonight. 
    Black Prada tuxedo. Crisp white shirt. Black tie. 
    I stand frozen to the spot, trying to figure out what to do. Half of me wants to grab her hair and call her a bitch. The other half wants to tell her she can have him.
    It’s a gorgeous spring night, and we’re at a prom after-party held on the deck of a yacht. 
    I know Vanessa probably won’t even remember this in the morning. She was chugging champagne on the limo ride here, then bragging about how she did cocaine with the latest train-wreck pop star, who was at prom because a nerdy boy from my science class won a date with her. 
    But still. It’s no excuse. 
    A drunk senior lacrosse player hit on me earlier. Drunkenly wrapped his arm around my waist and told me I looked like I fell from heaven. Sander walked up behind him and said, Dude, you know she’s my angel. As we walked away, the drunk guy said something to his friend about Sander tapping that ass.   
    Everyone totally thinks Sander and I have sex all the time. It was just a few months ago when I let it slip to Vanessa that we never have. That I’m still a virgin. At the time, she was sweet and told me she thought it was romantic we were waiting. Not long after, she started making snide little remarks about it. Then she decided to use it against me. She threatened to tell everyone that—and I quote— Your relationship is a sham .
    Which isn’t true. Sander is a great boyfriend. He’s super attentive, dresses well, loves to shop, and never even looks at other girls. He’s totally devoted to me. 
    Now, whenever I disagree with her, she reminds me of what she knows. 
    And that what she knows would ruin me. 
    I’m almost to the point of telling everyone myself, just to make the blackmail stop.
    But, if I’m being truthful, I am afraid of what people will think. Sander says all the guys at school are jealous of him. That they think he’s so lucky to have me. Of course, they think he is having me. That we’re hooking up. And if you didn’t know the truth, you would think so too. He always has his hands all over me, and he showers me with attention. 
    But then, when we’re alone. 
    Nothing really happens. 
    And I’m starting to wonder if it is a sham.
     
    Sander handles Vanessa like the gentleman that he always is. He removes her hand from his arm like it's a piece of trash, then says, “No one would believe you. Everyone knows I'm way into her. How could I not be? Just look at her.” He holds his arms out for me to walk into. “Vanessa and I were just saying how gorgeous you look tonight, sweetheart." 
    I do look nice tonight. Kym, my mom's stylist and my sometimes