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Later, Ashley’s mom agrees to let me live with them while Aunt Claire goes back to California to work. Of course, the state of Texas paying Ashley’s mom money to keep me has more to do with her decision than my actual wellbeing.

I’m surprised when Aunt Claire says she’s going to come back and forth every ten days to spend time with me until the hearing is scheduled. I just keep hoping it isn’t a continued test that I might eventually fail.

Chapter 8

Zack—

Long Beach, California

“You’re not going to wear that, are you?” Emily barks from the bottom of my driveway.

“It’s too early to fight, Em. It’s Saturday. I can wear whatever I want. I’m washing the car,” I respond, not even looking up from the bucket of water I’m filling.

“Zack!” Emily bellows as she walks up the driveway.

Stopping what I’m doing, I look up, seeing a face full of frustration. I also now see she’s dressed in a new white dress. One that makes me glad that I have a hose of cold water nearby. The tight little dress hugs her sexy curves, and dozens of silver bracelets shine atop her perfectly tanned skin. I follow the hem of her short skirt down her toned, mile-high legs until I reach her strappy silver sandals.

“I mean tonight. You’re not going to wear that tonight! Are you?”

“It’s ten in the morning, Em. I haven’t thought about tonight or my wardrobe.”

“Zack!” she scolds, as she moves into my personal space, intentionally brushing up against me.

It’s been three days of holy hell because I didn’t race up to her room after the library the other night. I didn’t even know if she still intended to go to the bonfire down at the beach tonight. But I guess I should have known. Emily never misses a social event, especially the one celebrating the end of our junior year. She never wants to be seen without being on my arm, always needing me to play Ken to her Barbie.

“You still want to go to the bonfire?” I ask.

“Of course I want to go! Everyone expects us to be there.” Moving in closer so I can feel her breath on my neck, Emily says in a low, sexy voice, “Do you like my dress? I bought it just for you. For after the bonfire. You still want tonight to be our first time, don’t you?”

“I can’t wait, Em,” I say, hoping I sound more enthused than I feel.

“Careful with my dress. You want me to wear it later and look perfect. Don’t you?”

Do I want her in the dress? Is that a trick question? I go with the right answer instead of what I really want to say. “Yes, of course, Em. You look gorgeous. You’ll be the most beautiful girl at the bonfire. But you look great in anything. So why don’t you go change and wash the car with me?”

A couple of years ago Emily would have ran upstairs and changed her clothes. But so many things have changed. Emily’s changed. I’ve changed.

“Be ready at six,” she yells, ignoring my offer. “This is going to be the best night of our lives, Zack. I promise.”

***

When Emily slips into the passenger seat of my car at just after six, my body reacts on its own. She looks beyond incredible tonight.

“Well, how do I look?” Obviously Emily knows the answer. She has four mirrors in her bedroom for god’s sake. And she spends all of her spare time looking in them.

“Gorgeous. You’ve never looked more beautiful, Em.” I’m not lying a bit. Her smooth, tanned skin glows against the tight white dress. Her long, thick, wavy blonde hair lies flawlessly around her high, firm breasts. She’ll catch the eye of every guy tonight…which is exactly what she wants. Who needs the damned bonfire? “Let’s stay home and just hang out me and you, Em. I don’t want to share you with anyone tonight? What if we ride our bikes down on the boardwalk like we used to?”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. “Go bike riding? Really Zack?” Emily screeches. “This is the biggest night of the year! We have to go.”

“Alright, Em,” I say sounding like a good little boy as I start to back out of the driveway. She doesn’t even notice I’m deflated.

Emily chatters the whole way there about who is going to be there, who is dating who, and other superficial nonsense that I can’t, nor want to, keep track of.

***

As we exit the car in the beach parking lot, the bonfire party can already be heard roaring off in the near distance. Dozens of cars arrive just as we do and it only takes a minute before Emily and I are surrounded by people.

“Oh my god, you look so stunning,” one of Emily’s devout harem members squeals. It’s the first of many squeals, as Emily and I are quickly pulled apart so that the girls can surround her and pay her compliments. I try not to roll my eyes.

A familiar voice catches my attention. “You look lost.” I turn to find Allie smiling at me. She’d been grabbing something from her trunk and I almost walked past without noticing her.

Allie’s smile is contagious. It’s sincere, not for show. No court of friends surrounding her. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, she holds a volleyball in her hands. A ponytail loosely ties back her long, dark hair. She certainly hasn’t been getting ready since ten this morning. But somehow I think I like her look better. Emily would freak if she knew that…but it’s the truth. Sure, Emily looks gorgeous tonight, but her beauty is one-dimensional, the kind I’m realizing fades quickly.

“Planning on taking me on?” I tease in a way that, in all honesty, borders on flirting. My eyes point to the volleyball and then meet her gaze with a smirk.

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