Free Reunion by Meg Cabot

going to be able to keep an eye on the Angels was by keeping an eye on Michael.
    I heaved a sigh, and said, “Yeah, okay. Friday’s fine.”
    I won’t describe what Michael said after that. The whole thing was just too excruciatingly embarrassing for words. I tried to remind myself that this was probably what Bill Gates was like in high school, and look at him now. I bet all the girls who knew him back then are really kicking themselves now for having turned down his invitations to prom, or whatever.
    But to tell you the truth, it didn’t do much good. Even if he had a trillion dollars like Bill Gates, I still wouldn’t let Michael Meducci put his tongue in my mouth.
    Michael left eventually, and I made my way grumpily back up the stairs—well, after enduring an interrogation from my mother, who came out as soon as she heard the front door close and demanded to know who Michael’s parents were, where he lived, where we’d be going on our date, and why wasn’t I more excited? A boy had asked me out!
    Returning at last to my room, I noticed that Gina was back. She was lying on the daybed, pretending to read a magazine and acting like she had no idea where I’d been. I walked over, snatched it away from her, and hit her over the head with it a few times.
    â€œOkay, okay,” she said, throwing her arms up over her head and giggling. “So I know already. Did you say yes?”
    â€œWhat was I supposed to say?” I demanded, flopping down onto my own bed. “He was practically crying.”
    Even as I said it, I felt disloyal. Michael’s eyes, behind the lenses of his glasses, had been very bright, it was true. But he had not actually been crying. I was pretty sure.
    â€œOh my God,” Gina said to the ceiling. “I can’t believe you’re going out with a geek.”
    â€œYeah,” I said, “well, you haven’t exactly beenexercising much discrimination lately yourself, G. ”
    Gina rolled over onto her stomach and looked at me seriously. “Jake’s not as bad as you think, Suze,” she said. “He’s actually very sweet.”
    I summed up the situation in one word: “Ew.”
    Gina, with a laugh, rolled onto her back again. “Well, so what?” she asked. “I’m on vacation. It’s not like it could possibly go anywhere anyway.”
    â€œJust promise me,” I said, “that you aren’t going to…I don’t know. Get full frontal with one of them, or anything.”
    Gina just grinned some more. “What about you and the geek? You two going to be doing any lip-locking?”
    I picked up one of the pillows from my bed and threw it at her. She sat up and caught it with a laugh. “What’s the matter?” she wanted to know. “Isn’t he The One?”
    I leaned back against the rest of my pillows. Outside, I heard the familiar thump of Spike’s four paws hitting the porch roof. “What one?” I asked.
    â€œYou know,” Gina said. “The One. The one the psychic talked about.”
    I blinked at her. “What psychic? What are you talking about?”
    Gina said, “Oh, come on. Madame Zara.Remember? We went to her at that school fair in like the sixth grade. And she told you about being a mediator.”
    â€œOh.” I lay perfectly still. I was worried that if I moved or said anything much, I would reveal more than I wanted to. Gina knew…but only a little. Not enough to really understand.
    At least, that’s what I thought then.
    â€œYou don’t remember what else she said?” Gina demanded. “About you, I mean? About how you were only going to have one love in your life, but that it was going to last until the end of time?”
    I stared at the lace trim of the canopy that hung over my bed. I said, my throat gone mysteriously dry, “I don’t remember that.”
    â€œWell, I don’t think you heard much