In fact, life sucked a lot of the time. Here she was, grounded for the rest of her life—and her Sunday afternoon with her father convinced her he was in total agreement with her mother regarding the punishment, so she couldn’t even play her parents off against each other. Even worse, she had no idea where Darryl J was. And Luke Rodelle, who was an asshole anyway because he was obsessed with hubcaps and hadn’t paid for her pizza, was schmoozing at the diva table when she’d entered the cafeteria a few minutes ago. She saw him leaning over Larissa LeMoyne, talking intimately to her, tossing his head every now and then to get his hair out of his eyes. Larissa was wearing a sheer white fitted blouse with a black tank top under it. All her friends were wearing the same thing. Seeing Luke surrounded by so many sheer white fitted blouses with black tank tops under them had curdled Reva’s already sour mood. After he was done talking to Larissa, Luke wound up sitting with Micah Schlutt at the other end of the dining room from where Reva settled.
