"You must!" Isaac said, wriggling the dead fish in front of her face.
"NO! It's not cooked!" she cried, dodging the sardine that Isaac thrusted at her.
Isaac took the bottle of mustard and squirted some out on the fish. He then took the package of Saltine crackers, and made a sandwich with the crackers and sardine. "Here," he said, holding it out. "You eat that, and I'll give you my pager number."
"I already have your pager number," she told him.
"Do you?" he asked, smirking. "I could have very easily given you Taylor's number. And do you really want to page him unknowingly and end up with him having your home phone number?" Isaac remembered Conna's disgust for Taylor, and used it as bait.
She groaned. "You're evil."
"I plan ahead," he said. He handed her the sardine sandwich. "Eat it. You have no choice."
She uncertainly took the sandwich, pinched her nose, and closed her eyes. The sardine was down in a moment. "URAGWHARGU!" she yelled. Isaac laughed at the pinched expression on her face. "That was so gross," she choked, her eyes watering. She took a gulp from her Dr. Pepper. She noticed that people who were also in the convenience store were staring at her strangely. "I just ate a sardine, okay?!" she said to them, and glared at Isaac. "What's the number?"
"You already have it," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I was just pulling your chain."
She rolled her eyes. "I'd like to pull your chain. C'mon. Let's get outta here." In a moment she was up on her feet, and they were out the door.
"He dumped you?" Mignette asked, eyes wide and mouth ajar.
"Yes," Skye grumbled, burying her face in her pillow.
"Oh, that jerk!" Sister said, tossing her blond hair furiously. She glared at the door where she envisioned he had come in earlier.
"For another girl?" Alicia asked sweetly.
"Yes!" Skye cried. "Can you believe it?!"
"No," Alica, Mignette, and Abby chorused said.
"I can," Sister said. She bounced a bit on Skye's bed. "Men are swine," she said in a German accent. "That's why Ben & Jerry's was invented."
Skye frowned at the blond bit of fluff sitting on her bed, hostility emanating from her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, her tears stopped for a moment.
Sister gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"I can't figure out now if Taylor dumped me or you," Skye said. "You're really pissed off, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah, that's a given," Sister said. "You mess with one of my girlfriends, and you're asking for it."
Skye smiled. "Thanks, Sister."
"Don't mention it," Sister replied. "But seriously, I really do want some Ben & Jerry's. Anybody want to run for ice cream?"
The girls looked at each other for a moment. "It'll be good for us," Mignette said, smiling at Skye.
"Yeah," Abby said. "We can sit in a booth and plot Taylor's slow and torturous murder."
"And Lia's," Alicia said.
"It'll be fun," Sister coaxed. "Whaddya say?"
"It's 4 against 1. Do I have a choice?"
"Not unless you want to sit around by yourself and mope," Mignette said. She was up on her feet and scavenging around for her coat.
Groaning, Skye dragged herself to her feet. "Why not? Not only will I be dumped, but I'll also become a fat, disgusting ice-cream addict..."
