Star Shack by Lila Castle

Author:Lila Castle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc.
Published: 2011-04-02T04:00:00+00:00

John Peterson

Born March 12: Pisces

Rising Sign: Libra

Your intuition serves you when you stay grounded, but your tendency to dream can leave you detached and alone. The right person will appreciate your kindness and sensitivity and celebrate your insights to others and yourself. This summer, you need to lose the ego. Pride will be your downfall, so don’t be afraid to take the risk of saying what you truly feel.

chapter 8

I’ve been scowling at Pete for a while now. He is thumbing furiously through Astrology Matches for Love Everlasting. I mean, yeah, he recited stuff from the book (I knew it sounded familiar), but there’s a lot in there and he knew exactly what to tell Daisy.

Those books all have an overflow of info in them…and for him to parse through it…and find exactly the right things to give Daisy her match advice—that’s not just memorization, that’s skill. Whether he likes it or not, Pete has a head for astrology. But I’m sure he doesn’t even realize it. He’s scamming me to win the dare.

“Hey!” A tall, college dude ducks in the door out of the rain. I’ve seen him around, and I think his name is John. He’s got messy black hair and horn-rimmed glasses and a too-tight, button-down short-sleeved shirt. He reeks of The Daily Show and worthwhile leftist causes and obscure emo. (Maybe that’s mean, but astrologists deal in absolutes.) He has a newspaper tucked under his arm.

“So you guys can help me find my perfect match, huh?”

“That’s the goal,” I say, smiling and ignoring that fact that his question was half-sarcastic. Why do guys have such issues with astrology? Or just admitting that they need help in the love department, period?

John sits down. “I’m the hardest case you’ll have this summer.” He takes a ten out of his wallet and hands it to me.

“Why?” I ask, and I am being earnest.

“Because I don’t believe in love,” he says.

He seems serious. I might as well buy into it.

“I’m not sure it exists at all,” he goes on. “I think it’s a social construct invented by our forefathers to get the human race to breed.”

Pete is nodding, but I roll my eyes. “Please,” I say. “If you really believed that, you wouldn’t be here.”

John laughs a little. “Okay, you’ve got me there. Maybe I do think love could exist. But I’m not sure it can exist for me.”

“Why is that?” I ask him.

He smiles wryly. “The usual. I got my heart handed to me on a platter by my ex-girlfriend.”

“Well, I think we can help you make that a distant memory,” I say confidently. “Go ahead and fill out your birth-date information, and we’ll see what we can do.”

Next to me, Pete is looking at John’s sheet, nodding as John fills out his birthday and the town where he was born: the Bronx. Home of the Yankees! I realize, and my mind suddenly clouds. I see that he was born on March 2, and for a second I blank out, trying to remember what sign that makes him…I can’t believe it.

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