says. âBut we should hide it, in case someone else comes along.â
âYouâre very moral,â I tell her. âIf someone talked to me the way Candace talked to you, Iâd probably put dog shit in her bag instead of putting it away for safekeeping.â
We go back into the quarry and Andrea shoves the pack deep into a thick shrub. Then we start walking toward the strip.
âYou know,â I say, âI actually think I have a legitimate reason to be upset. I was really looking forward to tonight.â
âI know,â she says. âIâm sorry I was such a bitch. Sometimes I think I take things too seriously.â
âNo shit,â I say. âWerenât you looking forward to prom?â
âI was,â she says. âBelieve it or not.â
âGetting dressed up and dancing all night is pretty much the best thing ever,â I say. âI bet Justin would have thought you looked hella hot.â
âWhat are you talking about?â she asks, turning quickly to glare at me.
âOuch! Enough with the devil eyes,â I say. âCome on, Andrea, itâs common knowledge that you have the hots for Justin Sanchez.â
âWell, I sure never said that,â she says, as a slow blush rises up into her hairline.
âOh, Andrea,â I say. âYou have so much to learn. Okay, let me put this in terms you can understand. Itâs like youâre the sodium to Justinâs chloride. For example, I sit right behind you in chemistry class, and Iâve noticed that every time Justin raises his hand to speak, your whole body shifts.â
âI pay attention whenever anyone in class speaks,â she says.
âSure, but when other people speak, you just sit there with the end of your pencil in your mouth, looking at the ceiling. When Justin opens his mouth, you turn to look at him and your eyes get all wide and dreamy like some girl in a Japanese cartoon. Trust me on this one. I could draw your swoony, slack-jawed love profile from memory.â
âWhatever.â
âHey, donât be offended,â I say. âThereâs nothing wrong with digging on a guy. Justinâs cute, in a strange, geeky, scientist hipster sort of way. You guys would make a good couple.â
âIâm not offended,â she says. âIâm embarrassed. Is it really that obvious?â
âNo, not at all. The only way I picked up on it is that I have excellent straightdar. Iâm sure nobody else notices.â
âReally?â
âNot really. You practically drool when he walks into the room.â
âOh my god.â She starts chewing her nails.
âRelax,â I say, grabbing her hand and pulling it away from her face. âIâm just messing with you. And quit that right now. Nail-biting is gross and unhygienic.â
We turn onto the strip. We havenât even walked a block when a minivan full of jerks drives by and some yahoo tosses an empty soda bottle at me. It misses me narrowly.
âHey, faggot!â the guy yells.
Andrea jumps back, startled. I reach down and pick up the bottle and whip it at the van.
âTell your dad he left his undies at my house, asshole!â I yell.
Andrea turns to stare at me.
âAsshole!â I yell again as the van disappears into the distance.
She wonât stop staring. âWhat?â I ask.
âJesus, Roemi,â she says. âThose guys. They justâ¦did they justâ¦?â
âYes, Andrea, they screamed a homophobic slur at me.â
âDo you know them?â
âI donât knowâthey drove by too quick. They might have just been yelling because of my outfit. I do kind of look like the master of ceremonies in Cabaret .â
âAre you okay?â she asks.
âIâm fine,â I tell her. âI donât really want to talk about it.â
âOkay,â she says. Sheâs still looking at me