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Savannah
December 9, 2006
“Let me get this straight,” Marley said the next day at the studio, “you’re going on a date with the quarterback.”
I scrubbed at the fingerprints on the mirror with my sponge. “It’s not a date.”
Marley flung soap at me. “He drove you home and then asked you to hang out.” She put air quotes around hang out. “Then he said you were different than other girls. It’s a date.”
“But he didn’t ask me out. Just said to hang out.”
“What century are you living in, Lila?” she asked. “Hanging out is the new date language.”
“Ugh! Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
“He’s hot, you’re unattached, and he asked you out. Why wouldn’t you go?”
“The rumor at school is that he’s a player.”
“Well, if he tries anything you’re not ready for, you sock him in the nuts.”
I burst into laughte
