12
“Hey,” Beth said, holding out another five-bar selection of fancy chocolate.
“Where are you keeping all of these?”
“Secret stash.” She plopped onto my bed and carefully unwrapped hers. My sister is a very tidy eater. I set my bar aside for a moment while I finished downloading an Alicia Keys song.
“So what’s the deal with Alex?” Beth asked.
I kept my eyes on the computer. “What do you mean?”
“He’s driven past our house about fourteen times in the last hour. He keeps slowing down, staring at our windows, then speeding up again. Did you two have a fight or something?”
I sighed. Might as well get it over with—they were all going to find out sooner or later. “I broke up with him.”
“Why?”
I could have made something up, but then I thought if I don’t start telling the truth now, when
