I knew that the strike was my idea and that meant I should be the leader here, but I couldn’t shake the thought that I would have had a much better time on a nice, quiet date with Randy.

“Hey, listen up!” Chloe shouted over the chatter. Everyone fell silent and turned to look where she was standing, right in the middle of the room. She was dressed in her skimpy pink pajamas, with her curly brown hair pulled up in an alligator clip. “All right,” she said. “So Lissa asked us all here so we could have a little fun and share stories about our scheming and shit, and eat brownies and… and what the fuck? Why am I doing this? Lissa, get your ass up here. You’re the one running the show.”

She reached over to me, her reassuring smile like a secret between us as she pulled me to my feet. Then she dragged me into the center of the room.

“Take it away, babe,” she said, plopping down on the floor and grabbing her fifth brownie from the Tupperware box I’d brought from home.

The girls instantly began forming a circle around me, like first graders during story time. A few sat on Susan’s bed. Others were lying on their stomachs or sitting cross-legged on the carpet at my feet, looking up at me expectantly.

“Okay,” I said, tapping my fingers against my leg. I could do this. Now that the girls were still and quiet and attentive, I could handle it. “So Susan thought it would be interesting to share our stories about what has happened so far in our efforts to end the rivalry. Does anyone have a good story?”

“I do,” Kelsey said, raising her hand.

“Bet you ten bucks it’s boring as fuck,” Chloe whispered, much too loudly, to Susan.

Kelsey shot her a death glare before turning back to me. I gestured for her to continue.

“So Terry came over Saturday night unexpectedly. I’d mentioned that my parents weren’t going to be home, but I hadn’t, like, invited him or anything. So he just shows up out of nowhere with this big goofy grin on his face and a bottle of wine he’d convinced his brother to buy him. He totally thought my saying my parents were out of town was a cue that he was going to get some. Which, duh, is stupid anyway.” She shook her head. “Whatever. When I told him no, he looked like a hurt puppy. He just kept asking if I was mad at him. I told him no, but he didn’t believe me. So you know what he did next?”

I looked at Chloe, silently begging her not to say anything.

She stayed quiet.

“He totally made me dinner. Like, he went into my kitchen and cooked me a fucking meal. Since when can he cook? But anyway. Yeah. He was so sure I was pissed that he would do anything to suck up. It was so cute… and lame. Mostly cute.”

“So, in other words, Kelsey has a girlfriend now,” Susan joked.

A few girls laughed. Others called out things like, “Lucky! Seth never cooks for me!” Even Chloe smiled and shook her head. I wondered if, like me, she was imagining Terry—a stout, muscular boy with a constant five o’clock shadow—wearing a pink apron and bustling around a kitchen.

“Wow, Kelsey,” Chloe said, grinning at her. “Your boyfriend becomes a housewife and Lissa’s turns into a canine. Interesting transformations for the first week.”

Suddenly everyone was looking at me again, expecting an explanation. I felt the heat creeping up my neck. I hadn’t intended to share my experience. I preferred to keep my private life private, except when I decided to share with Chloe.

“Tell them,” she said. “Come on. It’s hilarious.”

Traitor.

“Randy, um, begged like a dog. Literally.”

The girls laughed, and Chloe nudged my leg, urging me on. I sighed.

“He rolled over onto his back, showed me his belly, gave me doe eyes. He made puppy noises and everything.”

“Gives ‘doggie style’ a whole new meaning, huh?” Chloe said, and everyone busted out laughing again.

Even I cracked a smile.

“I doubted you before, Lissa,” Kelsey said, her usual sneer contorted into a—holy crap, sincere?—smile. “But now, I think you’re right. I bet it’ll work, and thank God, because this fight needs to stop. This was a good idea, Lissa. Seriously.”

Coming from Kelsey, that was huge.

And she wasn’t the only one with a story to share. I watched as several of the girls stood and told their stories. All of them smiling at me when they reached the end. All of them laughing and proud and confident. All of them really believing that my plan was going to be the one to end the rivalry. Their confidence made me confident.

“I wish I had a story to tell,” Mary murmured to me as we filled up another bowl of popcorn in Susan’s kitchen. Since she and I had eaten the last pieces, the other girls decided it was only fair that we make the next bag. I was more relaxed away from the crowd, and the air in the kitchen felt much cooler than it had in Susan’s packed bedroom.

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, shaking the hot bag of popped kernels into the orange bowl we’d been using. “Having stories isn’t what really matters.”

“I know. And I haven’t kissed Finn since we started the strike, like you told me. But it’s just…” Mary trailed off, twisting the fingers of her left hand in her chocolate-colored hair. In her right she gripped the can of Diet Coke Susan’s mom had forced on her, knowing Mary would never ask for it.

“Just what?” I asked, picking up my own Diet Coke and taking a sip.

“Am I weird?” she whispered as she glanced over her shoulder toward the living room, where Mrs. Port was watching a Lifetime movie. “I mean… is it weird that Finn and I have never…?”

“No,” I said, then hesitated. “I mean, I’m sure you’re not the only one. I don’t think you’re weird.”

Mary shrugged, still twisting her hair. “I just hear all these stories, and sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who’s never done it. I feel like I’m behind or something. Like it makes me a prude.”

“You’re not weird, or a prude, or a tease, or any of that,” I assured her. “Actually, I think it’s great that you’re waiting. It’s sort of refreshing. And sex is a big deal, so you shouldn’t rush it just because everyone else is doing it. I think it’s a major decision. Honestly, I—”

“Lissa! Mary!”

I jumped, almost spilling my Diet Coke as Chloe’s voice rang down the stairs. I’d been so caught up in my conversation with Mary that I’d completely forgotten about the girls in Susan’s room.

“What the hell is taking you two so long? I want some popcorn, damn it!”

“I guess she finished all the brownies,” I said with a small laugh.

“Can you girls keep it down a little?” Mrs. Port called, without anger, over the back of the living room couch.

“Come on,” I said to Mary. “Let’s get up there before poor Chloe starves to death.”

Mary giggled and I smiled at her. It had taken a few hours, but after hearing everyone’s stories and eating way too much junk food, I had loosened up a little.

“Finally.” Chloe grabbed the popcorn bowl from me as soon as we reached the top step, and she ran into Susan’s bedroom. Mary and I glanced at each other. I took a deep breath and smiled at her one last time, and then we walked back into the crowded room.

chapter eleven

Apparently the girls weren’t the only ones swapping gossip about their love lives. The boys had been talking, too. I guess when a bunch of high school jocks don’t get laid, word starts to spread that something is seriously wrong, because by Monday, the guys were worried.

“What’s up with all the girls?” Randy asked me during the drive to my house that afternoon. For once, he didn’t have football practice, and he’d decided to take my father up on his ever-present dinner invitation and make up for the date we’d missed on Friday.

“What do you mean?”

I knew exactly what he meant, though.