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her hands pressed against her thighs. If anyone saw her sweaty pits, she’d have to transfer schools. Dylan must have sensed Massie’s hesitation, because she turned and hugged Claire instead.
    When she released Claire, Dylan leaned in and sniffed Massie’s face. “Are those your lips I smell?”
    “It’s my new gloss.” Massie took the shiny mirrored tube out of her clutch and waved it in front of Dylan. “It’s called Krispy Kreme. It arrived yesterday.”
    “It’s strong.” Dylan tucked a bright red curl behind her ear. “I can actually smell it through my stuffed-up nose.” She coughed.
    “Ew, cover your mouth.” Massie laughed and fanned the air.
    “Admit it.” Dylan took a step back. “You’re just embarrassed to be seen with me because I’m fat.”
    “Fat?” Claire gasped. “We’re, like, the exact same size.”
    “I wish.” Dylan inspected Claire’s small round butt.
    “Dylan, are you full of garbage?” Massie asked.
    Dylan tugged on her dark green silk caftan. “No.”
    “Then why are you acting like a Hefty?”
    Claire threw her head back and laughed louder than she needed to. Massie crinkled her eyebrows. She knew her joke was clever, but she didn’t think it was LOL-worthy.
    Massie shot Claire a What’s-so-funny? look. But Claire was too busy slapping her thigh and peeking at Cam out of the corner of her eye to notice.
    “Brilliant!” Massie was instantly impressed by Claire’s I’m-gonna-show-Cam-how-much-fun-I-am strategy and joined in the laughter. Derrington pushed his shaggy blond hair away from his eyes and looked straight at them. Mission accomplished. Claire seemed to know more about attracting boys than J.Lo.
    “Are you two laughing at me?” Dylan sniffled. “Weight problems are not something to make light of.”
    “Literally.” Massie and Claire broke into another fit of exaggerated laughter.
    “What’s so funny?” They were too busy fake-laughing to notice someone had joined their circle.
    Massie was just about to tell the strange boy in the black fedora to mind his own business when she heard his phlegmy laugh. He was Kristen.
    Massie slapped her hand against her heart. “Ehmagod.”
    “I know,” Kristen groaned.
    “Lemme see.” Massie lifted the fedora. “I’m sure it’s not
that
bad.” But Kristen slapped her hand away.
    “Ouch,” Massie snapped.
    Dylan giggled into her palm, and Claire exploded into another fit of hysterical laughter.
    “It’s not funny, okay?” Kristen whined. “I look like a yob!”
    Dylan and Claire looked at each other in utter confusion.
    “Boy,” Massie mouthed to them.
    “Oh,” they mouthed back.
    “I had to steal this hat from my grandfather,” Kristen confessed. “He spent twenty minutes looking for it after dinner last night, and now my grandmother is making him go to the doctor because she’s convinced he’s losing his mind.”
    “What about that lace dress?” Massie asked. “Did you steal it from your grandmother?”
    “No.” Kristen stomped her foot. “I’m just trying to look like a girl.”
    “Well, I brought the hats you asked for,” Massie assured her. “They’re in coat check.”
    “Thanks.” Kristen’s hardened expression softened.
    Massie caught a whiff of Angel perfume and whipped her head around.
    “I thought I smelled you.” She turned toward Alicia.
    The raven-haired beauty was standing just outside their tight cluster, holding a silver tray covered in name tags and markers. The chunky turquoise necklace around her neck and her cream-colored satin dress popped against her deep tan.
    “You look ah-mazing,” Dylan gushed.
    “I love your hair. It’s so gnol.”
    “Long,” Massie translated.
    “You think?” Alicia widened her dark brown eyes and ran her manicured fingers through the top of her shiny blowout. Her hair seemed to sway back and forth in slow motion before it settled back in position, and Massie felt like she was watching a Pantene commercial. If only Alicia