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giggling. “It’s true!”
    â€œWell, I was just trying to make Maggie feel better, because she was obviously annoyed at Olivia for some reason, and I thought I’d just chime in. But then I said something like, ‘I can’t stand those kind of posers!’ or something.”
    â€œOh,” said Emma, now not giggling.
    â€œUh-huh. And I think Maggie told her.”
    â€œThat traitor! You were just trying to make her feel better.”
    â€œWell, all I did was make myself feel worse!”
    â€œWhat can we do?” asked Emma.
    I loved that she said “we”! “I don’t know. But you’re the best,” I said.
    â€œYeah, but you’re still number one on Olivia’s hit list.”
    â€œYessss,” I agreed sadly. “Yessss.”

CHAPTER 4
Quack
    I resolved to confront Maggie first and to find out why she had ratted me out to Olivia. My nerves wavered, though, when I saw her walking in the hall with Callie. They were all dressed up, looking stylish and chatting intently, and I was too scared to interrupt them as they sailed by, oblivious to my existence.
    My luck was with me, though, because I ran into Maggie in the bathroom just before homeroom.
    â€œUh, Maggie?” I started, approaching her at the sink. My voice was kind of shaky. So not the image I wanted to project! I cleared my throat and then tried to establish some presence and poise, as if I were delivering a business presentation.
    â€œHi,” she said in kind of an oh-it’s-just-you tone of voice. She peered at herself in the mirror and took out her makeup case.
    â€œListen, I just . . . I’m wondering . . . Why did you tell Olivia that dumb joke I made about her and skiing?”
    Maggie turned and looked at me blankly. “What?” she asked.
    â€œYou know, the note you passed me yesterday. About being careful about what I say about people?”
    â€œYes, but it wasn’t me who told her. It was Bella.” Her face darkened, and she turned back to the mirror. “She said it was both of us—you and I—talking about Olivia. She’s a total tattletale, just trying to suck up to Olivia.”
    Isn’t that what you do? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t think the timing was quite right.
    â€œSo, wait . . . Why isn’t Olivia mad at you too?”
    â€œShe was,” said Maggie, kissing her lips together to spread her clear lip gloss. She studied herself critically, took out a brush, and began to run it through her hair.
    This was like pulling teeth! Now exasperated rather than intimidated, I said, “So why isn’t she mad at you anymore?”
    Maggie put her brush away, zipped her case shut, and stowed it into her bag. “Because I apologized,” she said briskly. And she turned on her heel and left me there, gaping.
    Great, I thought. Now I have to apologize to Olivia? I couldn’t even picture it. And since she’d been so mean to me, part of me didn’t even want to. Like, why should I be nice and kiss up to her, after all the mean stuff she’s said this week? She should apologize to me!
    I felt that horrible dread in my stomach that I’d been feeling the past two days, ever since Olivia started being mean to me. I looked in the mirror Maggie had just vacated and saw my pale face, worried eyes, and set jaw. I looked scared and unhappy.
    I took a deep breath and rearranged my features. Then, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was around to see, I smiled at myself. I read in some self-improvement manual of Dylan’s that if you smile, it tricks your body into thinking you’re happy. But it wasn’t working. I smiled harder. Still nothing.
    Sighing, I frowned and felt better.
    Well, at least I had a game face. Maybe that would scare Olivia away.
    And I had math right after homeroom. That would be fun.
    Except that it wasn’t.

    In math class, Mr. Donnelly