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Renee, but she had to get that taste out of her mouth. Maya took a couple of tissues and deposited the slightly chewed bit of cupcake into them, before smiling shyly at Renee. “Sorry.”
    Renee shrugged it off, putting down her own cupcake. She hadn’t bitten into it yet. “If I’m going to cheat on my diet, I’ll wait for a tastier treat.”
    Cleo finished chugging the energy drink she’d grabbed out of the tiny dorm fridge, then turned her attention to Renee’s laptop. “Doesn’t look like you saved any of my articles.”
    Renee blushed. “Well …”
    â€œIt’s okay,” Cleo said. “I already saw them.”
    â€œOh, Cleo.” Maya had read them, too. Even though Cleo had come in first at the Savannah Junior Golf Invitational, no one had written about her game.
    â€œIt’s not the first time people have commented on my look,” Cleo said. “I get stares all the time in class.”
    Maya had stared the first time she met Cleo, but mainly because she thought her new roommate had committed a bloody murder. In truth, she’d just been coloring her hair red. That was several weeks and at least three different hair colors ago.
    Cleo now rocked purple highlights on one half of her head while the other half was black, spiky hair growing back in. It had been completely shaved when Maya had met her. Combine that with the leather skirt and red tank top Cleo had worn during the Invitational and it gave the bloggers something to blog about.
    Cleo typed something into the browser and handed the laptop over to Maya and Renee. “Grant Adams is the worst.”
    She’d brought up a page titled: “Adams Addresses the Ball.” The headline of the top article read: “The Death of the Gentleman’s Game.” It was one of the stories Maya had read on the trip home. And it was horrible.
    Maya closed the computer. She couldn’t bring herself to read it again. It was all about how Cleo was disrespecting the sport by refusing to dress “normal.” As if a sport known for men wearing awful plaid pants knew anything about normal.
    â€œHonestly, though,” Cleo said. “I kind of like it.”
    â€œSports marketing is all about branding these days,” Renee agreed. “You could promote yourself as the Death of the Gentleman’s Game.”
    Maya was horrified. “Renee!”
    â€œWhat?” Renee asked. “As long as they’re talking about you, it doesn’t matter what they’re saying.”
    Maya doubted that Nicole would agree, considering what was being said about her coming out of the Ontario Open. “Who is Grant Adams, anyway?” Maya asked. “He writes like he swallowed an etiquette guide from the nineteenth century. Is he for real?”
    Cleo shrugged. “More or less. He’s like the most conservative voice in a conservative game. I always expected he’d hate me. No biggie.”
    Cleo wasn’t fooling Maya. There was no question the girl was strong, but being bullied online sucked no matter who you were.
    Renee didn’t seem fooled either, because as soon as there was a lull in the conversation, she changed the subject. “Let’s hit the Underground.”
    Maya picked up her history textbook. “I’d love to, but I have a ton of homework to catch up on.”
    Cleo took the book out of Maya’s hand and dropped it on her bed. “Maya, you just got back from a huge tournament.”
    â€œIt wasn’t
that
huge.”
    â€œMaya, you just got back from a
midsize
tournament,” Cleo said. “Manjarrez will let you slide for a couple days. These articles about the tournament are a ‘get out of homework free’ card.”
    â€œYou haven’t gone out in weeks,” Renee said.
    â€œI’ve been practicing,” she insisted.
    â€œYou’ve been avoiding,” Renee insisted right back.
    Maya didn’t