He shakes his head, beer sprinkling off his hair and onto her, and she screams and jumps off the railing onto the deck to get away. She’s coming straight at me, so I run back into the house, not wanting either of them to find me spying. I can hear them both laughing still as I run back through the hallway, like they’re the best of friends.

Danielle won’t let Andrew get away with things like this. She’s stronger than Cecilia. That’s her superpower—always being able to say what she means to say when she means to say it. But even Danielle isn’t completely fearless—she still hangs out with Ryder and flirts with Chase, like everything between them is completely okay. In that way, she’s just like Cecilia, just like most girls: flirting because it’s easier to flirt and forgive than to get mad, because as girls we’ve been trained our whole lives to give boys what they want, to say “sorry” when what we really want to say is “fuck you.”

I can smell the nachos from the kitchen—burnt cheese, warm and smoky. But nobody is eating them. A crowd is gathering in the den, where something more interesting seems to be happening. And then I see it: Danielle holding an empty bottle of tequila, a wicked smile on her face.

“Who wants to play spin the bottle?” She shakes the bottle back and forth, taunting us.

“Come on,” Ava says. “We’re not in eighth grade anymore. We don’t need a game to make out with each other.” She tugs at her tank top, pulling it down so her boobs are dangerously close to making an appearance.

“Maybe you don’t need a game to help you make out with someone, but not all of us are so . . . talented.” Danielle raises an eyebrow and turns away from Ava, setting the bottle down on the floor. “Everyone get in here!”

Jason Ryder bounds down the stairs and into the room, whooping. “Fuck yeah!” There’s a beer in his hand and a bit of it spills onto the floor. I see Susie creep down the stairs behind him. A trail of guys comes in from the garage, leaving their game of beer pong abandoned. Sophie Piznarski and Molly Moye, who have been whispering to each other in the corner, both nod their heads and come forward to join. I hear a noise behind me and see that Cecilia and Andrew have emerged from the back porch. His hair is dripping beer.

This is my nightmare. There isn’t anyone in school I want to kiss. And I certainly don’t want to watch as the bottle spins from Andrew to any of the girls he’s hooked up with. Which would be worse? Cecilia? Sophie? Danielle?

Hannah comes up behind me and slings an arm over my shoulder.