Mom and Angie decided to have a girl’s night in the Petrovsky suite, and Ruiz tagged along to play love-sick puppy. Haden and Michael stayed in their room to watch the ball drop on TV, while Caleb and I celebrated the only way we knew how. “Sammy, my caramel candy goddess! I could simply eat you alive.” Robbie Ford greeted me at his front door, dressed as the Monopoly guy, including the top hat and monocle over his eye. One could’ve mistaken him for a gentleman were it not for the string of mistletoe hanging from his crotch. We pecked cheeks before I stepped inside. “There’s something different about you.” Robbie squinted and adjusted his lens for a better look. “When did you get green contacts? They’re hot.” I batted my lashes and placed a dainty hand over my heart. “Oh, these old things? I’ve had them a while now. Catch up, Robbie, you’re behind on the times.” As usual, the house was packed with kids from all walks of life: jocks, stoners, townies, and a lot of scantily clad girls.
