Every Girl's Guide to Heartache
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“Yeah,” Lexi smiled. “He’s coming over in a while. We just need to discuss something for our group’s Philo paper. We won’t take too long.”
I thought, He’s coming over for something school-related, and she’s smiling like they’re about to go out on a date. She knows he has a girlfriend. Pathetic.
Dad yawned, standing up. “Well, good luck on the paper. Goodnight, munchkin.” Yes, he calls her munchkin. Yes, even in public sometimes. And no, she totally doesn’t mind. Eww.
Mom stood up to leave too, then noticed me in the corner, “Rickie, is that trashy magazine for school, or is there another good reason you’re still up?”
“I was just about to go to bed,” I said. I brushed past them, made my way upstairs, and locked my bedroom door behind me. After ten minutes, I heard Timmy talking and Lexi giggling. Schoolwork, my ass.
So, yes, I’m Rickie—Anna and Chrissy’s wayward friend, the girl this and that guy dated, and Lexi’s not-so-perfect younger sister. I’d like to be able to say that this is really all there is to me, that what you see is what you get.
But here’s the deal: give me a chance and I promise I’ll give you a whole new perspective on who I am. Whether it’s for the better or for the worse, well, that you’ll just have to decide for yourself.
About the author
At 23, Marla is still baffled by boys’ behavior. But that doesn’t mean she’ll give up trying to understand. She doesn’t need much to be happy—just quiet weekends with her family, people who let her think she’s funny even when she’s not (which is most of the time), and friends who stay up all night with her during intense, slightly-panicked writing sessions. She likes curling up with a David Levithan novel, typing the very last word to a story, and baby-sitting her two little boys, Macu and Cisco. She thinks being Candy Magazine’s Assistant Lifestyle Editor is pretty cool, and loves the fact that she gets paid to watch chick flicks, listen to her fave bands, and stalk her celebrity crushes.