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She frowns at me, all her flirting happiness disappearing like a puff of smoke. Her hand freezes on Mick’s boob. “No.”

“Oh.” I shrug, looking around all casual, acting like I didn’t just pull the pin and drop an insult grenade on her head.

“Why would you ask that? Do I look blind?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess it was the way you were reading Mick’s chest like he had braille all over it or something. My bad.” I give her a tight smile and then go back to facing Colin. “So, yeah, it was terrible …”

Before I can get any more of my story out, something hits me in the shoulder.

My eyes bug out as I turn to see what the hell is going on. Hannah Hootersville is standing there, ready for a fight, her legs spread a little apart and her small hands fisted at her sides.

“Did you just hit me?” I cannot believe this girl would be so stupid. “Yeah, I just hit you.” She flips her dried-out, scraggly, fake-blond hair

over her shoulder and sticks her flubbery chest out. “What are you going to do abo