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name,” Cece said.
    â€œProbably not,” I said.
    â€œC’mon, Milan. Stop being so modest,” Sierra said.
    â€œOh, gosh!” I said. Frenchy jerked me by the shoulder and spun me around to face her.
    â€œWho was the sexy foreign exchange [SFX]? I caught an eyeful of you and him swapping digits,” Frenchy said.
    â€œMerek. What, now live video feed for Tracebook?” I said.
    â€œI would never,” Frenchy said.
    â€œI know,” I said.
    â€œI’m Frenchy, by the way. My sister invited you?” she said.
    â€œYes. I’m Cece. We had art together last semester.” Cece shook Frenchy’s hand. But not without staring first.
    â€œOh, stop being such a wretch, French,” Sierra said. Frenchy winced. Sierra brushed her hair off her shoulder and brushed her shoulder off. I smirked. Never a dull moment. “So what the dealeo with you and the SFX, M?” Sierra asked.
    â€œEwu, are you permanently stuck on bad ’90s slang?” Frenchy asked.
    â€œShut up, snob,” Sierra said.
    â€œHe asked to take me to Cara’s party,” I said.
    â€œThat’s what’s up,” Frenchy said.
    â€œEwu, are you going?” Sierra said.
    Cece looked away. “I’m going to get a drink,” she said.
    â€œYou coming to Cara’s party, Cece?” Sierra asked.
    â€œUm … well … no,” Cece said.
    â€œWere you even invited?” Frenchy asked.
    â€œEwu, don’t be rude!” Sierra said. “You should come. I’m going. My sister. You’re going too, Milan, right?”
    â€œYeah, I guess.” I wasn’t as enthusiastic about it as Sierra was.
    â€œCome, Cece. It will be fun, especially since we’re going. Do you know Cara?” Sierra asked.
    â€œOh, no. Not really,” Cece just kept shaking her head no.
    My guess was she did know Cara. “Have you heard of her?” I asked.
    â€œI might have seen her around. Does anyone want anything?” Cece said.
    â€œI’m good,” Sierra said.
    â€œMe too,” I said.
    â€œA banana café would be amazing,” Frenchy said.
    Sierra rolled her eyes. “Why bother?” she asked Frenchy.
    Cece walked off. She also had something about her that reminded me of Winter. The calm air of confidence. It was obvious Frenchy was trying to annoy her and yet she couldn’t care less. Winter was someone I would trust with my life. I was beginning to think I might like Cece.
    â€œCatch Cara mackin’ on your brother?” Sierra texted me.
    â€œA little painful to watch,” I texted.
    â€œEven more painful when she finds out he’s a total jerk who would never ditch Tai for her,” Sierra texted. Had she noticed the showdown as well? My vote was on Tai, though it would’ve been good for Dimitri if he ended up alone!
    Cara was busy talking to a sophomore by the door. A young girl dressed equally as scandalous. I guess they understood each other. From one-size-medium-squeezed-into-an-extra-small to another. The gray jersey knit dress was so tight you could see her hot pink bra through the top. She even had on hot pink earrings to match. She had smoky eyes, peach blush, nude lips, and fresh flat-iron. Her long caramel, brown locks—possibly extensions—graced her waist. She laughed on command at Cara’s every word. Maybe Cara was that funny. It was possible that Caramel Locks over there knew Cara’sdeal. Maybe I could bump into her at the party. Or was that too obvious? Definitely not as obvious as Cara’s interest in Dimitri.
    Dimitri got up from his table. I looked back at Cara. Her eyes followed him.
    â€œHey!” Cece returned with a large cup of coffee and Frenchy’s drink. Sierra checked her watch. I looked at mine.
    â€œStill riding at 3?” she asked.
    â€œYou know it. Let’s go. You want to come with?” Sierra asked Cece.
    â€œSure,” Cece said.
    Frenchy