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She eyed me. "How much do you know?"
"Um, not much," I lied. I'd finished brushing my hair but began playing with the brush's handle
in order to avoid her eyes.
"I have got to learn to keep you out of my mind," she muttered.
"Only way I can 'talk' to you lately." Another slipup.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"Nothing … I…" She was giving me a sharp look. "I… I don't know. I just feel like we don't
talk as much anymore."
"Takes two to fix that," she said, voice kind again.
"You're right," I said, not pointing out that two could fix that only if one wasn't always with her
boyfriend. True, I was guilty in my own way of locking things up—but I had wanted to talk to
her a number of times lately. The timing just never seemed to be right—not even now. "You
know, I never thought you'd be first. Or I guess I never thought I'd be a senior and still be a
virgin."
"Yeah," she said dryly. "Me either."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
She grinned, then caught sight of her watch. Her smile fell. "Ugh. I've got to go to Priscilla's
banquet. Christian was supposed to go with me, but he's off being an idiot…." Her eyes focused
hopefully on me.
"What? No. Please, Liss. You know how I hate those formal royal things."
"Oh, come on," she begged. "Christian flaked out. You can't throw me to the wolves. And didn't
you just say we needed to talk more?" I groaned. "Besides, when you're my guardian, you'll
have to do these things all the time."
"I know," I said darkly. "I thought I could maybe enjoy my last six months of freedom."