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best on her. Lindsay is such a sucker sometimes. MacKenzie just wanted to make sure Lindsay didn’t look prettier than she did, and encouraging Lindsay to look like a kindergartener did the trick. She’s also wearing her striped Hollister leg warmers, even though it’s not even cold out. And, I notice, she’s wearing my Steve Maddens. “And isn’t she talking to…”
    “Parker Rodham,” I say. It’s true. The two seem to be actually talking. I stiffen, but it doesn’t seem like Parker is in her fighting stance. In fact, she and her clone posse are smiling at Lindsay.
    “They don’t look like they’re about to fight,” Hana says, voicing my thoughts aloud. “It seems like they’re pretty friendly.”
    “But why? Why is Parker being nice to Lindsay?”
    “Maybe they both share a passion for Hollister?”
    “I doubt it,” I say. “Something is up, and I don’t like it.”

    I don’t get a chance to talk to my sister about Parker because by the time we’re finished scrubbing toilets I’ve missed breakfast, and by morning assembly, I can’t seem to find her. We’re all crowded into the campus chapel again, sitting in pews surrounded by giant stained glass windows. I glance up at them and see the familiar scenes from Shakespeare— Macbeth, Hamlet, and Romeo and Juliet. Some people might think they’re pretty, but to me they just look like one more bad memory.
    “Creepy, aren’t they?” Hana asks me, nudging me with one arm. She and I both remember last semester when some of those stained glass figures came to life. They weren’t so pretty when they were trying to kill us.
    “Definitely,” I say.
    I glance away from MacBeth, who’s giving me the creeps, and manage to lock eyes with Ryan Kent. His steady blue eyes meet mine and don’t look away.
    I thought I was on the road to recovery when it came to him, but now, as I look at his perfectly tanned face, I feel my stomach lurch. I forgot how good he looked.
    It’s always a shock to see Ryan, because he’s gorgeous, in a straight-off-the-set-of- Laguna Beach sort of way. He’s got beach-blond hair and a gleaming white surfer’s smile.
    I remember what it felt like to wear his letterman’s jacket last year. How he used to look at me before he’d dunk a basketball when I sat in the stands, cheering him on. Back then, I thought we were made for each other. Of course, that was before all the rumors about us circulated—the ones that said I was into things like doing the entire basketball team just to get into Ryan’s good graces. Said rumors were started by Parker, of course. She’d do or say anything to try to break us up, since she’d wanted Ryan for herself.
    Ryan gives me a hesitant smile, and my stomach flips. I remember the last thing he said to me before summer break: “Let’s just be friends for now, and see how things go.” So far, I’m thinking, the going is lousy.
    I return his smile, but the smile is frozen on my face as I realize Parker Rodham is sitting right next to him. But of course she is. I’m sure they’ll be dating before the end of the first week of classes. I feel something dark and oily at the pit of my stomach. Is it jealousy?
    And then, on the other side of Ryan, I see…Lindsay.
    I blink twice.
    Is that right? Is my sister sitting next to my ex—the all-state basketball champion and school heartthrob?
    I nudge Hana hard.
    “No way,” she hisses, seeing them together. “How did she manage that?”
    “Whatever she wants, she gets,” I say. “Told you. She’s not bound by the same rules of physics and popularity like the rest of us.”
    It’s true. Lindsay is a hard-core suck-up, and she’s not afraid to do whatever it takes to get into the good graces of the beautiful people. I shouldn’t be surprised she zeroed in on Ryan. Lindsay, for her part, does not turn, so I can’t catch her eye. She’s probably ignoring me on purpose. And she seems to be sitting awfully close to Ryan. I get an unpleasant