Automatically she said, “You can’t pick me because I just asked you. You have to pick someone else.” Which was true, that was the rule.
“Are you scared, Tay-Tay? Why don’t you man up?”
Taylor hesitated. “Fine. Truth.”
Steven grinned evilly. “Who would you kiss in this room?”
Taylor considered it for a few seconds, and then she got that cat-that-ate-the-canary look on her face. It was the same look she’d had on her face when she’d dyed her little sister’s hair blue when we were eight. She waited until she had everyone’s attention, and then she said, triumphantly, “Belly.”
There was a stunned kind of silence for a minute, and then everyone started to laugh, Conrad loudest. I threw a pillow at Taylor, hard.
“That’s not fair. You didn’t answer for real,” Jeremiah said, shaking his finger
