and Dante to clean out the garage. Iâm planning on having a garage sale next weekend.â
âBut we were going to have a campaign meeting there tooâyou know, to help Dante.â
âAt the mall?â Gabbyâs voice turned incredulous. âYou want to hang out with your friends and your boyfriend at the mall and call it a campaign meeting?â She shook her head like she couldnât believe Iâd suggested it. âI need your help here. You can schedule a mall trip some other time.â
I glanced at Dante. Apparently he hadnât told our parents that Jesse had switched loyalties, and I didnât feel strong enough or numb enough to do it now.
Dante had been talking with Dad while Gabby and I spoke, but he tuned in during Gabbyâs last comment. âA campaign meeting at the mall?â he asked. âSorry, I donât want to trail your friends around and watch them shop.â
âWe wouldnât be shopping the entire time,â I said.
Gabby leaned forward, her eyes glinting. âNo oneâs going to the mall tomorrow. Youâre cleaning out the garage.â
I didnât even try to appeal to my dad. Iâd learned from experience that he doesnât concern himself with these types of parenting details. Whenever I ask him if I can go anywhere, he generally answers with something horrible, like, âWell if itâs all right with Gabby, I donât mind.â
So I let the subject drop. But the next day I told Dante Iâd pay him to clean out my half of the garage after school, and I caught a ride with Daphne to the mall. I wasnât trying to be defiant, it just seemed like a practical solution, especially now when I wanted to be with people who cared about me. I needed it.
If I had told Gabby about my breakup with Jesse, she wouldnât have consoled me. She would have told me all the ways I had handled the situation wrong and then made me go clean out the garage. Besides, weâd be home before Gabby got off work, and sheâd never be the wiser. But just in case, I turned off my cell phone.
When we arrived at the food court, Charity and Raine were already there waiting at a table by Panda Express. Charity looked behind me. âIs Dante coming?â
I shook my head. âHeâs caught in a Gabby work vortex, but we can brainstorm and then tell him what we came up with.â
Raine picked up a pencil and hovered it over a notebook. âWe went over a few campaign ideas while we waited for you to get here. Exactly how much do you plan on spending for posters, buttons, that sort of thing?â
I shrugged. âI donât know.â
Raine tapped the pencil against her notebook. âYouâre the campaign manager, havenât you talked to Dante about it?â
âNot really,â I said.
Raine let out a disgruntled sigh to let me know, I suppose, that I was a lousy campaign manager. âWilson will spend a lot,â she said. âHeâs got money and his family name to uphold. If Dante wants to compete, heâll need to put out some cash.â
âMoney isnât Danteâs image,â I said. âHeâs running against that sort of thing. His posters should show heâs an everyday student.â
âThe everyday student who rides a motorcycle and wears a black leather jacket,â Charity said.
Charityâs parents wonât let her ride on a motorcycle, because they think motorcycles are too dangerous and borderline rebellious. Dante once offered her a ride home and she had to refuse him.
This has caused Dante to give her no end of grief about the subject. When sheâs at our house, he refers to his bike as either âthe death trapâ or âthe Demonmobile.â Sometimes he lets out a possessed-sounding cackle and pretends heâs trying to get her. At some point during her visits, she usually ends up hitting him.
âGiovannaâs right,â Daphne