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    â€œThis place is the best,” Khloe said. “They have killer desserts and they change with the seasons. Right now, it’s slushies and ice cream.”
    â€œPoint me toward the slushies!”
    The Sweet Shoppe was cute and old-fashioned- looking with a blue and white awning. A sign hung above that read THE SWEET SHOPPE in scripty font. Khloe pulled open the door for me.
    â€œAfter you, dah-lin’,” she said.
    â€œWhy thank you, mademoiselle,” I said, smiling. Khloe kept surprising me with her theatricality. I loved the way she laughed at herself and never took herself too seriously.
    It made it easy to like her.
    Inside the shop, there were blue and white booths, white tables with blue chairs and, in front of us, a glass counter filled with rows upon rows of cookies, with slices of cake and pie underneath. Behind the barista was a soft-serve ice cream machine and containers of sprinkles. A half-dozen slushie machines swirled different colors— pink, red, blue, green.
    I peered at a chalkboard menu to see if I was actually reading it right.
    â€œIf that really says ‘watermelon,’ you might never get me out of here,” I said.
    Khloe laughed. “It does. Wait till you try their peach mango! If you ask for a flavor guide, the baristas give you one that shows how different combos can be made bymixing flavors. I got pineapple-strawberry once and it was ahh-maze.”
    â€œOoh, yum .”
    Ahead of us, a guy in boots and breeches waited off to the side for his order. His short, shiny black hair contrasted with his blue eyes—a deeper blue than my own. His skin was pale and flawless and a charming smile came easily to his face when he accepted a blue slushie from the barista.
    Our eyes connected for a moment before he passed Khloe and me, as he headed for the door.
    Chills.
    Not that I was exactly ready to start looking at guys. Even though this one was cute. Very cute. Still, it was too soon after my ex-boyfriend, Taylor, and I had mutually agreed to break up when I left for Canterwood.
    Khloe turned, looking back behind us, then stared at me openmouthed.
    â€œLauren!”
    â€œWhat?” I said innocently, though I could feel my cheeks burning.
    Khloe eyed me warily. “You are so crushing on Drew! Look at how red you are!”
    I shook my head as we stepped up to the counter.“Who’s Drew? And no, I’m not crushing on anyone — named Drew or otherwise. Remember? I told you I left a boy to come here.”
    â€œYeeeaaah.” Khloe’s eyebrows went up. “That conversation is starting the second we get to our room.”
    She looked so serious that I almost laughed.

SPILLING SECRETS
    â€œSTART TALKING,” KHLOE SAID THE MOMENT our door closed.
    I giggled. “Okay, okay.”
    We kicked off our shoes and Khloe sat in the middle of her bed, her back resting against the wall. I got on my bed—eyeing my box labeled bedding —and stretched onto my stomach.
    â€œAt home, I dated a really sweet, amazing guy for about five months,” I said.
    Khloe leaned forward, taking a giant sip of slushie. “Name?”
    â€œTaylor,” I said.
    She squinted her eyes. “That’s a good name. What does he look like?”
    â€œShort blond hair, gorgeous green eyes, tan. Some freckles on his face. He’s a swimmer.”
    â€œCute!” Khloe said. “Love jocks.” She looked at the ceiling. “And freckles . . . ah-dorable. Continue.”
    â€œHe and I were both athletes,” I said. “So he understood why I needed to practice riding so much. He always asked about my lessons and we talked about his swim meets, too.”
    Khloe gave me a soft smile. “He sounds amazing.”
    Just thinking about Tay made my chest hurt a little. I could almost smell the chlorine-slash-peppermint mix of his hair as if he was sitting in the room with