"What... do... you... want?" I said through my teeth.
"What is your problem?"
"You. I want Mickey. To myself. And I'm ready to risk everything for that."
"Why do you want him?"
"He's hott. And he knows how to treat a girl well."
I hung up on her. I couldn't believe that one of my best friends was going against me. I called Mickey.
"Hey, sweetie. How's Bubba?"
"Good. He's sleeping."
"So, I'm having an end-of-the-summer party on Friday. You wanna come?"
"Duh. What time?"
"Come over at 9:00. You can stay over afterwards."
"Cool. Is Heather coming?"
"I had to invite her. My mom made me. I'm sorry, baby. But I'll ignore her."
"Whatever. Let her come. I really don't know what to do anymore."
"Don't do anything. She'll realize that what she's doing is wrong."
"Okay, sweetheart. What do I have to wear?"
"Well, bring a swimming suit, 'cause my pool's gonna be open. But wear whatever. Nothing fancy, though."
"Okay, babe. Bye."