Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

a definite. But it was highly likely. It had happened
once already.
Some people go out of their way to run into their
crushes. Tibby did everything she could to avoid it.
Mostly, she’d observed, Tucker parked in the back of the
strip mall. So she always made it a point to park her bike
in the front. And it seemed to work okay. Except for now,
in this ice cream shop, which happened to be on the other
side of Calling All Pets. Tibby silently berated herself for
such bad planning.
Tucker was wearing a slight scowl and a squinty
face that made him look like he’d only just gotten out
of bed. He was probably hanging at the Nine Thirty
Club all night while she was resting up for her next
shift at Wallman’s. She seriously hoped he would
think that Bailey was her little sister and not her new
best friend.
“Why are you holding your face like that?”
Tibby glared at Bailey. “What do you mean?”
“You know, with your cheeks all sucked in.” Bailey
did an exaggerated imitation.
Tibby felt her face warm. “I wasn’t.” When had Tibby
started lying? She prided herself on being direct—with
herself especially. But Bailey was far more ruthlessly
direct than even Tibby, and it was causing Tibby to hide
and shrink, just what Tibby accused other people of
doing.
Bailey wasn’t done yet. Her eagle eyes scanned the
front of the store. “Do you like him?”
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