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A Skittle pelts my cheek. As it tumbles to the floor, someone yells, “Ten-second rule!”

Drew yells, “Mine!”

And I dart out of the room.

Chapter 18

Danni

“What was that all about?” Morgan asks through my phone, which is face up on my bathroom vanity.

“What was what?”

“You’ve been ignoring me since Skittle Pong.”

I dip my brush in loose powder and dust it on my face. “I was busy.”

“Busy avoiding me.” Morgan is sitting in her car waiting for Kayla to join her. She angles her face toward the camera to give me her stern look, but it just makes her nose look big.

“I was avoiding everyone,” I say as I spread blush over my cheekbones.

“So you’re still going tonight?”

I bend over so she can see me, brush in hand. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you’re acting weird.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just existing.” I straighten and get back to work on my eyeshadow.

“Is it because of the way Chance was looking at you?”

My hand freezes and a natural blush brightens my cheeks. “What? No. How was he looking at me?” I glance down at my phone to make sure Morgan can’t see my eagerness.

“Danni, he was flirting with you so bad.”

“I didn’t notice.”

“Your face said you did. And it also said you liked it.”

The slight blush in my cheeks turns to flames that nearly singe my face. I click my eyeshadow palette closed. “I hope it’s not a pitch-in tonight because I’m not bringing any food.”

Morgan chuckles at my diversion tactic. “Okay. Fine. I didn’t notice the way he couldn’t stop stealing glances at you, or the way he pulled you over for a private conversation with his face inches from your face, or the way he hung onto you like a baby possum on its mother’s back.”

I bend over my phone, presenting my skepticism to Morgan in all of its glory. “We were just trying to win the game.”

“Of Skittle Pong.”

“You said to have fun.”

“Chance had fun.”

A car door opens and Kayla says, “Shoot! I forgot my swimsuit bag. Be right back.”

“You guys are bringing your bathing suits?” I ask while I fiddle with my bangs.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I wasn’t going to.”

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