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dirty blond hair that didn’t come from a bottle.
    Well, maybe sorry for her was a bit of a stretch. The girl got her kicks making the easy targets in the freshman class feel as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Sympathy has never been something that I extend to bullies. But that didn’t prevent me from having a morbid curiosity as to how she could’ve transformed herself so quickly into someone completely, well . . . fake.
    â€œHey, Spencer,” she said breathily, as if she were auditioning for the part of Marilyn Monroe. “Long time no see.”
    â€œUh, yeah. Long time. Funny how that happens.” Except he didn’t look like he found any humor in the situation whatsoever.
    Ashley beamed at him, too, her white teeth looking particularly bright against her orange tanning salon skin. No way would anyone start calling her Pocahontas, though.
    â€œYou promised to come talk to me after your hockey practice yesterday,” Ashley pouted. “What happened?”
    â€œOh, you know,” Spencer said evasively as he took one rather large step backward, accidentally positioning Izzie in front of him like some kind of shield, placing her right in the line of fire. And my brilliant best friend was completely oblivious to the danger in becoming a target, probably because she was staring at all parties involved as if watching a particularly riveting daytime drama.
    â€œI think it’s pretty obvious that they want you to go into more detail. Maybe you should try using really small words. Two syllables or less,” Izzie muttered under her breath.
    Something I happened to find pretty damn funny. Unfortunately, this time I was in the minority. Everyone else was staring at her in disbelief.
    â€œAre you calling me stupid? ” Steffani demanded, ignoring Spencer as she tried to incinerate Izzie with her eyes.
    â€œNope,” I interrupted before the situation could slip even further out of control. “Izzie’s just worried we won’t make it to that . . . thing on time.” I glanced down pointedly at the beatup watch on my wrist. “Oh, man, we’ve got to go. See ya!”
    That earned me a grateful smile from Spencer as we booked it for the boys’ cars.
    I only realized as I clicked my seat belt on that earning his gratitude was the absolute last thing I was supposed to be doing given that my goal was to stay well within the Friend Zone.
    So much for following Izzie’s advice.

Chapter 4
    Speaking of the illustrious King family, this reporter has heard rumors that there may be another substantial donation headed to Smith High School that is earmarked for making this year’s prom unforgettable. While this has proved impossible to substantiate, Principal Taylor has hinted that an announcement may occur after the King’s twenty-sixth wedding anniversary.
    If the high school prom is even half as decadent and exclusive as their yearly extravaganza, this is going to set an unreachable standard for years to come.
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    â€”from “Preparing for Prom,”
by Lisa Anne Montgomery
Published by The Smithsonian
    â€œO kay, Spence, want to tell me what that was all about?”
    It was weird hearing Mackenzie address a hockey player so casually, because pre-fame she would’ve been every bit as frazzled by his presence as Izzie. Now she was acting like it was totally normal for Spencer to pull up to the curb and saunter over as if he hadn’t peeled out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels.
    To be fair, that wasn’t far from the situation . . . and maybe for Mackenzie this was the new normal.
    Spencer smiled, clearly ready to go back into full-on charm mode again. “Nothing. I’m curious about that yoga move you mentioned, though. Does the downward-facing klutz transition into any other interesting positions?”
    Mackenzie reddened, but she didn’t look like she had any intention of backing