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thin,
with dark hair, brown eyes…actually kind of cute, but older than her.
Definitely older and she was nervous that he was older. She didn’t want anyone
to know.
    “How old,” I blurted out before
I thought better.
    Her round face grew red and I
knew she was wondering why I’d brought up the topic. Frantically, she tried to
decide what to tell me, I could almost taste her nervousness.
    Twenty-five . “Twenty,” she squeaked.
    You’d be surprised how many
people lie and how often. It was common, but still, it annoyed me because we
were friends. I nodded slowly, wondering if I should call her out on her lie.
Even a person without my abilities could tell she was fibbing. But I could
sense Emily’s impatience from across the porch. She was about ready to interrupt
and that would hurt Anne’s feelings.
    “That’s cool,” I said.
    She grinned, relieved I didn’t
say anything more. “Yeah, gotta work, but do you want to meet him? He’s
inside.”
    No! I nodded. Not really. What creepy twenty-five year old would go out with someone who wasn’t even
seventeen yet? “Yeah, sure. In a bit.”
    She briefly clasped my hands,
her fingers cold. “Okay great! See you in a minute.”
    “Can’t wait,” I lied.
    I watched her as she walked
inside. Anne was only sixteen and looked even younger. Her mom would freak if
she knew her daughter was dating someone nine years older. What would a man
twenty-five years old want with Anne? Something was off and I couldn’t help but
feel like everything was changing, and not for the good.
    “What’d she want?” Emily muttered
bitterly as she came to stand next to me.
    “Nothing.” I sure as heck wasn’t
going to tell Emily so she could mock Annabeth.
    “Hey, ladies, what’s up?” Trevor
strolled out the door, that arrogant smirk on his face that only the captain of
the Basketball team could get away with. He leaned over to kiss Emily. What an
idiot, he actually thought he could juggle two women and they wouldn’t find
out. Okay, so maybe my opinion of Trevor was influenced by the fact that he
thought my breasts were too small for his liking. Although I’m happy to report
he’d still “do me,” as he’d thought the other day. As if he’d ever have the
chance.
    With a huff, Emily turned her
head to the side. She was playing hard to get. She wanted him to beg and plead.
I rolled my eyes. This could get nauseating real fast.  
    “What did I do now?” he asked
with a sigh.
    She snapped her head toward him.
“Where were you last night?” She placed her hands on her hips; she meant
business. “I called you, I text’d.”
    He averted his gaze and rubbed the
back of his neck. “With the guys.”
    Allow me to translate. With his other girlfriend.
    “Playing video games in the
basement.”
    Making out.
    He smiled his charming smile,
those blue eyes twinkling. “You know I don’t get reception down there.”
    He’d turned off his phone.
    With a sigh, I spun around,
giving them the privacy they didn’t seem to care about since they were arguing
in the middle of the front porch. I didn’t have to read minds to know this
wasn’t going to end well and then I’d have to pick up the pieces until Emily
got a new boyfriend, which shouldn’t be long. A boyfriend who would most likely
be Kevin. I felt sick.
    Taking in a deep breath of
chilly air, I gazed out over the ocean, attempting to calm my racing heart.
You’d think a person who could read minds would be able to get a boyfriend.
It’s not like I was totally disgusting, but I knew some people thought I was
weird; quiet, standoffish and I knew a little too much. It was the same no
matter where I’d lived. Still, being friends with Emily had helped keep the
whispers at bay. No one would dare talk bad about the most popular girl’s best
friend. What would they say about me when I finally had enough and dumped
Emily?
    “What do you mean you don’t
believe me?” Trevor demanded, his voice rising with anger and