“OMIGOD! JUST GO!” KHLOE SAID, LAUGHING. “Look at yourself!” “What?” I asked, giggling. “I’m not doing anything. I’m waiting for you.” We’d walked back from science class to our room, and Khloe was getting ready for her lesson. I’d changed a little faster and was standing by the door. “Laaaureeen.” “Um, okay.” I shot her a guilty smile. “I might be shifting from foot to foot. And talking nonstop really fast. And asking you every two seconds if you’re ready.” Khloe laughed, pulling on a T-shirt. “You managed to get dressed, brush your hair, apply gloss and deodorant, and unpack your backpack in the time it usually takes you to get dressed.” “So . . . ,” I said coyly. Khloe shook out her hair. “So, I think someone wants to be at the stable with a boy, perhaps.” I blushed.
