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with a warm glow, their flames flickering to the beat of wild flamenco music.
    “How come you never had a welcome party for me?” Claire asked Massie. She slipped off her baby blue ski jacket and handed it to a teenager dressed in a black-and-white maid’s outfit.
    “Because you weren’t welcome.” Massie smiled.
    Claire gave Massie a playful shove.
    “Watch the outfit.” Massie adjusted the white faux-fur shrug that was tied around her shoulders and made sure her black cat rhinestone brooch was still positioned just below her neckline. “This is the first time I’m seeing Derrington in weeks. I have to be a ten.”
    “You are,” Claire gushed. “That green satin dress looks ah-mazing on you.”
    “It’s chiffon.” Massie checked for wrinkles that might have formed in the car. “Do you like my hair crimped? Or does it look like I got my head stuck in an accordion?”
    “I told you, I love it.” Claire ran her fingers over the jagged chunks of hair that zigzagged around Massie’s face. “You’re going to start a new trend tonight, I can smell it.” She sniffed the air.
    Massie giggled.
    Before their trip to Aspen, Massie never would have shown Claire her insecure side. But these days, they spent more time together than real sisters, and it was exhausting trying to act confident 24/7. Besides, Massie knew Claire wasn’t the type to hold it against her.
    “Do you think Derrington is going to like it?” Massie whispered as they inched their way into the crowd of seventh graders and parents.
    “There’s only one way to find out.” Claire was pointing to the bottom of the staircase. “There they are.” She grabbed Massie’s arm and started pulling her toward the tight cluster of Briarwood boys that were hovering over Derrington and his silver Game Boy.
    He was sitting on the third step of the corkscrew staircase, surrounded by his soccer buddies, Cam Fisher, Chris Plovert, and some preppy new kid Massie had never seen before. His elbows were resting on his bare kneecaps, but his thumbs and wrists were working overtime. Derrington was so involved in the game, he had to use his shoulder to brush the floppy blond strands away from his eyes. His outfit was the same as usual—cargo shorts and hiking boots. The only difference was the gray blazer and black tie he wore over his T-shirt. Overall, he looked even cuter than he had before break, like he had been exfoliated and spit-shined.
    Suddenly, Massie felt weak and tingly, like all the cells in her body had turned into Diet Coke bubbles and were trapped just below the surface of her skin.
    “Stop tugging on me.” She pulled her arm away from Claire and placed it firmly on her hip.
    “What’s wrong?” Claire asked. The confident smile on her face seemed to mock Massie and her paralyzing fear. “Don’t you want to say hi?”
    Of course that was what Massie wanted more than anything. She had been waiting three gruelingly long weeks to see Derrington again. But now was not the time. She was totally unprepared. What would she say to him, especially with all of his friends around? And more importantly, what was her hair doing?
    “Be cool, Kuh-laire,” Massie whispered. “When it comes to boys, it’s better to act curious, not interested.” She instantly regretted wearing chiffon. When there was sweat on her body, chiffon always found it.
    “But Cam already knows I’m
interested
. And Derrington knows you like him. You e-mail each other all the time.”
    Massie shifted her shrug to make sure it covered the pit stains that were forming under her arms.
    “That was
last
year.” Massie rubbed her newest Glossip Girl flavor across her lips. “It’s a new year now, and they may have found other girls.”
    “Who’s eating a sugar doughnut?” Dylan asked as she forced herself between Claire and Massie.
    The three girls squealed when they saw each other. Dylan held out her arms in preparation for a giant hug. But Massie stood tall and stayed stiff,