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he
had
noticed her insult . . . and would remember it. ‘Don’t worry . . . I’ll be seeing
you
again.’
    He started for the café, his dirty leather coat crackling with every movement.
    Ivy let her held breath out in a whoosh of relief as the four other boys followed after him and finally disappeared from view, leaving the three girls alone in the darkened corridor. As she
turned back to her friends, though, they shared a long look. She knew they were all thinking the same thing:
    Garrick the Beast has found a buddy even meaner than him. We should probably steer clear . . . Which is not going to be a problem.
    Oh my darkness, do they smell terrible!

Chapter Three

    ‘U gh!’ Olivia cringed as the zombie mannequin at her table fell against her
again,
knocking her candy apple into her chest
before she could take a bite. Caramel smeared all over the front of her dress as she heaved the bulky mannequin back into place, its yellowish-grey eyes staring sightlessly at her.
    ‘You’re not even gross any more,’ she muttered, giving the mannequin one last shove. ‘You’re just irritating! You ruined my outfit!’
    Then she looked up and gave a start of surprise as she saw a girl sitting opposite her at the small table, wearing a fabulous, deep-red Victorian-style dress that put Olivia’s pink
caramel-smeared witch costume to shame.
I must have been more distracted than I’d realised. I didn’t even hear her arrive!
Instead of facing Olivia, the girl sat sideways on
her seat, her wide hooped skirts spread around her and her eyes darting around the crowded dance floor, watching the rest of the party guests moving and mingling through Café Creative. Her
hands were clenched around something in her lap.
    ‘Hi!’ Olivia said. Then she winced as she realised that the new girl must have heard her talking to the zombie mannequin. ‘Sorry, my, uh, “boyfriend” is being a
little annoying tonight,’ she joked.
    The other girl turned away without a word, angling herself towards the dance floor so that all Olivia could see was her back.
    Ouch.
Olivia gave up.
She’s obviously waiting for someone . . . but seriously, would it hurt for her to just be a little friendly in the meantime?
    Sighing, she set down her uneaten apple and looked out across the café at her own friends. Reiko was trying to teach Ivy how to robot dance and it wasn’t going very well. Ivy looked
stiff even by robot standards!
    Olivia was so glad for Camilla’s sake that the party was going so well. Café Creative was crammed to bursting, and Olivia recognised students from both her own school and Willowton
High filling the dance floor and the tables. Her friends Finn and Amelia – or “Famelia”, as Olivia preferred to call them – were dancing together in the centre of the room.
Finn was dressed as a zombie surfer, while Amelia was her usual goth self.
I’m not sure Amelia’s even in costume,
Olivia thought.
But it hardly matters when you’re as
fabulous as she is!
    Closer to the wall, Penny Taylor, the ex-goth, was looking utterly adorable in bright blue fairy wings as she laughed up at her own boyfriend, Maxie, who was dressed as a superhero. Lillian
stood near the back as a chaperone, looking elegant and fabulous in a slinky black dress, with a long white streak sprayed into her black hair.
    The only empty area that Olivia could spot in the room was . . .
oh, yuck.
She grimaced as she saw Josh Dillon having way too much fun dancing with one of the zombie mannequins while
his followers cheered him on.
No wonder the other guests are trying to keep their distance!
    Still, she had to give him one tiny piece of credit: he could actually waltz surprisingly well!
    Thump!
The mannequin fell on top of her again, and Olivia groaned. This time, though, when she shoved it off, she found the girl opposite leaning across the table, looking straight at
Olivia and clutching a large, striking bracelet made of chunky black stones.
    ‘Have you seen