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us," Nikki said.
    I couldn't believe the geeky science nerd Hamish had said that to my mom.
    Nikki continued. "What have you been telling her, Poppy?"
    "Nothing, I swear!"
    "I'm so embarrassed."
    "Nothing that's not true, is what she means," Mads said.
    And just like that, my excitement vanished, sucked out through the air vent.
    Nikki visibly bristled. "ExCUSE me?"
    "Oh you heard me just fine," Mads said.
    "Guys, knock it off."
    "She said it to you too, slut bag."
    "What did you just call me?"
    "Oh Jesus," Hamish sighed.
    Already? This was happening already ? I fished my iPod out of my handbag, plugged it in and hit play on whatever song was good to go. Lexie De Graff. I cranked the volume to eardrum busting level on my all–time favorite rock chick and ignored their squabbling and complaints. They covered their ears and yelled at me from the back seat for a good thirty seconds. I pointed at my ear, shaking my head until they scowled at me. I think Mads was swearing. I lowered the volume and, before either of my friends could speak I swivelled in my seat and said, "Enough! You're both pretty!"
    They exchanged venomous glances.
    "She wasn't calling you sluts, she said the same thing to me last night and I've got Ty," I said. "Can you guys at least just try and get along?"
    Neither of them said anything; it was like a Mexican stand–off surrounded by fluffy pillows. After a long stare–off, Nikki broke away first, pulled out her own iPod and stabbed the buds in her ears. They each turned their attention to the scenery out their closest window and watched our town fade away as Hamish headed for the freeway and Tallulah Bay.
    Only six hours to go.

    What I'd hoped would be an awesome girl–bonding experience of a drive in my sensational (and shiny) new–car–smell convertible had become a six–hour lesson in the art of passive–aggressive warfare in a rusted out Impala.
    The temperature was not simply cool because of the air blowing out of the vent and straight into my face, but it was practically frigid as silent, yet blatant animosity blasted me from the back seat and bounced around the car.
    Okay, so maybe inviting Nikki hadn't been my best idea. I just wanted us all to move on already. The drama was over. Cam and I were on – well – not good terms, but I'd apologized; he'd apologized; he'd accepted that we were done and that he and Nikki were also done, and the whole mess was finally, absolutely, finished with. I didn’t see much of him anymore, actually.
    Nikki and I were in a better place and with a little effort on both our parts we were almost pretty much friends again. I’d missed her. And she and Mads were too awesome in freakishly similar ways to not be friends, if they could just get over stupid grudges from the past. Hell, if I could do it, surely they could woman up and work their shit out as well.
    Two hours in, my Best of Babe Fest playlist was getting me down, as it hadn’t been interrupted by conversation. Not once. Unless you counted Hamish telling me to skip Party Night by DJ Ducky because he was sick to death of the song (which I didn’t).
    The scenery had changed from suburbia to the city skyline, through more suburbia and outer suburbs that were quickly being overrun with fake lawn–filled housing estates and onward to long stretches of empty highway lined by empty paddocks. Actually, no. They weren’t empty, but the cows were all huddled together under the shade out of the harsh sunlight that beat down on the land.
    My gaze shielded safely behind my sunglasses, I watched through the rear view and side mirrors as Nikki, in what could only be described as an expression of ennui, stared out the window at the world passing by. Mads was a mirror image on the other side, though her eyes were closed and somehow her expression was reminiscent of a sleeping, pissed off rhinoceros. Sleeping regardless of the music that pounded through the car's speakers right behind them, blasting something