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"Great game plan." I pointed at them. "You guys talk so much, I won't have to. Best family dinner ever."
Cross grinned. "It is just for one night?"
"It's up for debate." It wasn't. But I needed a plan to get out of the others.
"What are we doing today?" Jordan asked.
Zellman shot his hand into the air. "I'm right here, and you're ignoring me."
I knew what he'd love. "How about cliff diving, Z? You up for it?"
He wavered. I saw the fight on his face, until he melted. "It's like you get me, Bren." He pressed a fist over his chest. "Right here."
That's what crew did.
"Bren!"
Taz yelled my name after third period that Friday, hurrying through the crowd. I'd just left the bathroom, but I needed to stop at my locker before the next class.
"What's up?" I asked once she got to my side. She looked well rested, so I added, "I take it you didn't partake in the partying last night?"
She laughed, shaking her head.
After the early hiccup, the week had passed without any big events. I'd been a good sister. I'd had dinner with Channing every night. I took all the guys to that first dinner on Tuesday, but Channing had stopped it after that. He hadn't enjoyed the twenty-thousand questions Jordan and Zellman had asked him about the crew system and how he'd started it. So the last two dinners had been me, him, and a whole lot of awkward silence.
I think he was reconsidering letting me bring the guys again, but we were done with dinners until Sunday night. He'd amended our agreement, saying he understood if I had social or crew events happening this weekend. That was really code for him having things going on, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I'd agreed wholeheartedly.
