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Chapter 8
Shelookedskeptical."Peopleaskyououthere,"sheremindedme,"andyoutellthemno."Wewereinthejuniors’sectionnow,scanningtheracksfordress-upclothes.
"Well,exceptforTyler,"Angelaamendedquietly.
"Excuseme?"Igasped."Whatdidyousay?"
"Tylertoldeveryonehe’stakingyoutoprom,"Jessicainformedmewithsuspiciouseyes.
"Hesaidwhat?"IsoundedlikeIwaschoking.
"Itoldyouitwasn’ttrue,"AngelamurmuredtoJessica.
Iwassilent,stilllostinshockthatwasquicklyturningtoirritation.Butwehadfoundthedressracks,andnowwehadworktodo.
"That’swhyLaurendoesn’tlikeyou,"Jessicagiggledwhilewepawedthroughtheclothes.
Igroundmyteeth."DoyouthinkthatifIranhimoverwithmytruckhewouldstopfeelingguiltyabouttheaccident?Thathemightgiveuponmakingamendsandcalliteven?"
"Maybe,"Jesssnickered.’"Ifthat’swhyhe’sdoingthis."
Thedressselectionwasn’tlarge,butbothofthemfoundafewthingstotryon.Isatonalowchairjustinsidethedressingroom,bythethree-waymirror,tryingtocontrolmyfuming.
Jesswastornbetweentwo-onealong,strapless,basicblacknumber,theotheraknee-lengthelectricbluewithspaghettistraps.Iencouragedhertogowiththeblue;whynotplayuptheeyes?Angelachoseapalepinkdressthatdrapedaroundhertallframenicelyandbroughtouthoneytintsinherlightbrownhair.Icomplimentedthembothgenerouslyandhelpedbyreturningtherejectstotheirracks.
