She could have screamed at him, just for that, stupid girl that she was. Everybody else came, tons of family members and half a dozen or so friends from high school, who happened to be home for the long weekend. She hadn't seen some of them in years, including Brian Evans. She'd had something of a crush on him in tenth grade, and he still looked really cute. Not much different than he had then, actually. "We're going to a little party later," he said. "A friend of mine—Todd Myers—remember him?" "Two years behind us in school, right?" "Yeah, that's him. We've got an apartment over on Seventh Street. Why don't you come over there with me? This is way too tame a party for anybody who's turning twenty-one." Emma suddenly thought it was. What was she going to do anyway? Go back to school and hide in her room, feeling sorry for herself and picturing Rye and Laine together? She really didn't need to do that. Not anymore. She thanked Sam and Rachel for the party, told Rachel she thought she'd head back to school that night, that Brian had offered to take her.
