winked. âBe right back,â he said. âMy momâs been waiting for thisâweâve all been waiting. Cooking isnât her strong suit, and I think hers has been killing us. You should thank God for your mother. Sheâs become a saint around our house since she started giving my mom lessons.â He laughed as he jogged to the house with the box.
Jacobi followed his steps, then sat on the porch. What did he mean by her being one of Maloneâs up-and-comers? She wasnât going out with Malone. Out of habit, her eyes moved down to her chest, and disappointment crawled through her. Her breastsâwell, at least one of themâhad started growing, but you couldnât tell through her clothes yet. To her, they were both still too flat.
âYou spill something?â Alissa asked from behind.
âIf I did, itâd roll straight down,â Jacobi answered. âIâm just that flat.â
Alissa laughed and came out onto the porch. She sat next to Jacobi. âOh, you mean your chest?â She stared at the semiflatness that shouldâve been Jacobiâs breasts. âTheyâll grow. Thatâs not a problem. There are plenty of ways to jump-start development.â
Jacobiâs eyes lit. Just the thought of Alissa having a cure made the shopping trip worthwhile. âReally?â
Alissa nodded with a twisted expression. âOf course.â She looked behind them. âLater though, okay? Here comes the pain in my butt.â
Alek emerged, nodding his head to a beat no one heard but him. âYou two ready to roll? Iâm taking Dadâs car.â
Jacobi tilted her head. âI thought we were going shopping,â she said to Alissa.
âWe are. Just us three,â Alek said, pulling her up by the hand. âIt seems a bikini is in orderâthatâs what my mom told Alissa. I figured, since I have such good taste, Iâd help you pick one out. Unless you wanna be like every other girl and wait on Malone.â
Alissa rolled her eyes. âNever mind Alek, Jacobi. Itâs just sibling rivalry. He wants to be Malone.â
12
KASSIDY
H er mother sped off, leaving her at the busy mall entrance in a state of double dustiness. Puffs of dust clouded the air where her motherâs tires had spun, and Kassidyâs house slippers looked like theyâd been dipped in sand-colored soot. She looked down at them. No, they werenât nasty-dirty like most of Yummyâs belongings, but theyâd still classify as unclean if she saw someone else in them, and that was totally unacceptable.
Holding her head high, she owned her dusty slippers as if they were the best things on the planet and followed the other shoppers. She hoped that her air of superiority would make people focus on her upper region, not her feet. But her clothes wouldnât help her avoid attention, she noted, taking a good look at herself as she passed an enormous storefront window. Sheâd left the house as is, donning a retro Havana T-shirt and ragged-cut, highwater boyfriend sweatsâan outfit sheâd normally never wear outsideâand had topped it off with a Panama Jack hat and oversized shades, thinking it made her look like a star who was trying to avoid the paparazzi. Sheâd figured if no one could see her baby-browns, no one would ever be able to prove that theyâd seen her. To her, eyes were like fingerprints; they were unique and identifying, and if no one saw hers, she could pretend she didnât see them. Still, though, she had to admit, anyone would probably know it was her.
With focus and determination to quickly find the best pair of shoes to go with her outfit to go riding with Carsen, she moved through the mall. She looked at her watch as she approached the escalators, then relaxed a bit. She still had hours, and that was more than enough time to buy kicks, she thought, searching left, then right, looking for the trendy boutique
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