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Stephanie placed the contraception inside her purse and checked her phone: a half-hour past six and no new messages from Trish. 3 hours 'til party time. The nervousness returned; her breathing quickened. Two or three deep breaths struggled to temper her rising anxiety. Calm down, girl. She rolled over and bunched up a pillow under her head. Nothing's set in stone yet. It's just a party. Hanging out with the football team. Maybe you're reading this all wrong. Getting all worked up about it isn't helping, it's just a what-if. Her eyes gazed inside her open closet to a clean cheerleader uniform hanging behind a hoodie. She knew why Steven hung around to watch the girls perform and why he pulled her aside specifically after practice. As she took note of the short skirt and the midriff-exposi