She was so deep in her head that she only registered the outside world when her mother handed her the frappuccino. She stirred the straw quietly while they drove away from Starbucks.

Amanda picked up the silent discomfort. "So, what do you think about inviting Kyler back for dinner Friday? We got some fish sticks in the freezer this time."

Sam sunk in her seat. "Kyler and I broke up," she stated simply. She considered elaborating, but the thought of her parents finding out about the rumor Kyler spread made the taste of iced mocha go sour in her mouth.