“Moooom,” I say, moving closer and giving her my biggest innocent look. “Whaaaat?” she asks in the same tone. “I think you and Taurus should make it official.” “What?” she almost yelps, clearly thrown off guard. “Like go out in public or work together as partners or something! It’d be on television EVERYWHERE,” I say. “No, wait, let’s back up here,” she says. “WHAT exactly are we making official, anyway?” “That you’re dating,” I say cheerfully. “That way all the other girls know he’s taken. He’s a seriously good looking guy, you know. I’m surprised there isn’t, like, a line-up of super girls trying to get into Central just to take a chance.” She gives me a dirty look, one that almost makes me laugh. Sometimes she’s just TOO easy. “We’re just friends,”
