“Yeah.” I open the door to the truck. “You’ll be fine, Drew. Like I said, you should tell her. You’re going to prom with her, right? That’ll be the perfect time. You can do something big for her. Really make it count.”

“Yeah.”

I climb out of the truck and walk up the dark driveway and into the house. Then I watch through the window as his truck backs up and pulls away.

It looks like we’re both getting the perfect prom, getting everything we want at just the right time, like the end of some teen movie. But if everything is so perfect, then why does it feel so wrong?

Hannah and I have plans to go prom dress shopping the next morning, so she picks me up in the Jeep and takes us on the long drive to the mall. She’s promised to buy me a Cinnabon if I have a good attitude, so I’m trying to be cooperative, but I don’t think I’ve worn a dress since I was the flower girl in my aunt’s wedding in third grade. Secretly, I’m actually a little excited about everything, even though I have no idea what I’m doing. Luckily Hannah has dutifully taken on the role of my fairy godmother, picking out different styles and colors and holding them up in front of me, pleading with big eyes for me to try something on.

I still haven’t told her about what happened with Andrew on Friday. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to talk about it. I can give him that one thing, now that he’s going to tell Danielle he loves her. I don’t want to ruin that for him.

But I need to ask Hannah about them, need to turn the pebble over in my hands, examining it from all sides. We’re together in one of the dressing rooms at Macy’s, surrounded by so many puffy dresses it’s giving me an aneurysm, when I finally break down and ask her.

“Did you know Andrew and Danielle hooked up?”

Hannah has a pink and white zebra-print monstrosity halfway over her head that I think she must have grabbed as a joke.

“I’m so sorry,” she says through the fabric, and then she shimmies the dress down, reaching her arms through the sleeves. “Junior year at Ava’s New Year’s party.” She turns away from me to look through the rack of dresses hanging beside her on the wall, like she’s inspecting them. Like she’s avoiding me.

“You knew?” I’m wearing a green dress that makes me look way too much like Tinkerbell because of my whole tiny blond thing. “How did you know before me? Does everyone else know?”