I stared at Ella, confusion in my eyes. It’s a plan! I say, smiling back.

But you love me. You don’t have to like someone to love them.

What are you going do at a party?I quelled the urge to smack her and tried to sound pleasant.

I don’t know. Normal things that people do at parties…like…hang out.You don’t drink, dance, or smoke. Sorry Olivia, nobody’s going to want to talk about politics with you, unless you’re going to a keg party at Beta Nu, and that would be so, so lame.I can dance, I said defensively, and anyone can drink—there’s no special talent needed there.

Yes, but a special talent is needed for not acting like a fool when you are drinking. She was drawing hearts on the corners of the board and making little smiling faces in the center of each one.She was such a waste of good air.

I sighed dramatically.

I will do your project for you—if you come with me.It takes a minute to register what she’s talking about. The test was…

I took another one. I took five. They’re all positive.My head is spinning. I sit on the edge of the bed and put my head between my knees. I’m waiting for my feelings to catch up to my shock. Somehow I know they’re not going to be good feelings, happy ones. Though they should be because my best friend is having a baby.

No, she says quickly. I haven’t told him yet. I’m scared.Scared of what? I ask dryly. You wanted this.