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least once a day. It makes everyone happy.
    â€œThey’re hot, right?” Molly asks. We’re in the cafeteria finishing lunch and she’s standing up with her back to us and her head turned over her shoulder, like a wannabe supermodel. “Three hundred. But they only made, like, fifty pairs, so they’re kind of like a collectible.”
    â€œYeah, I’m on the waiting list at Denim Spectator. They’re trying to see if they can find me a pair. They’ve even called the manufacturer,” Kendall adds.
    The thing with Kendall is that she always has to have exactly what everyone else has. It started when she and I had the same baby fur coat in playgroup when we were two years old, and it’s been that way ever since. Usually, I’m the one she tries to clone, but she’s been acting more like Molly lately.I wonder if it’s because she’s noticed that I don’t have the newest, coolest stuff before everyone else does anymore.
    I should have those jeans. I’m the one who got everyone into the brand in the first place after I went to the trunk show with my dad and one of his colleagues. I hate that I get into a bad mood just because I don’t have those jeans, and won’t ever have those jeans.
    â€œAre you getting them, Chels?” Kendall asks.
    â€œYeah, of course.” I smile. “I just haven’t been shopping so much because of the mono.”
    â€œWell, if Denim Spectator finds me a pair, I’ll just pick them up for you and you can pay me back,” she says. “No problem.”
    I nod and swallow hard. I pray they don’t find them. It’s weird Kendall cares about me having them. Usually, she’s only concerned that she has what everyone else has.
    â€œSucks you have to hang out with that girl after school,” Kendall says. “I’m so sorry we didn’t get you into our science group. I totally thought buttering up Mr. Oliver with Dunkin’ Donuts would work.”
    I guess I made them feel guilty, so they did end up fighting to work with me—for a few minutes, at least—so that was good.
    â€œYeah, I have to meet up with the new girl. How else am I gonna finish the stupid video?” I eat the last section of myclementine. “I shouldn’t have laughed in front of Mr. Valakis. Apparently, he doesn’t have a sense of humor.”
    They both shrug. “That girl is strange,” Molly says. “The way she videos random stuff. She doesn’t even have any friends here, so what’s she videoing?” Molly stares at Dina as she talks about her. Molly doesn’t even try to be slick when she’s talking about people. It’s like she wants them to know she’s talking about them.
    â€œI have no idea.” I look over at Dina. She’s sitting only one table away from us, and I wonder if she can hear what we’re saying. I hope not; that would make the whole working together thing even more awkward.
    She’s sitting with the studying-obsessed girls who wanted to start a field hockey team last year. They never seem to really like each other, either. They sit quietly at lunch with books on their laps, studying and barely talking to each other. Dina has her camera out of course, and she’s just randomly taping the cafeteria. Who does that?
    We’re all watching her, and then we see Ross walk over to her.
    â€œGuys, Ross Grunner is walking over to that girl right now,” Molly says, as if we can’t all see it ourselves.
    He kneels down next to Dina’s seat and whispers something to her. She looks all confused, then she smiles and says something back, and then he gets up and walks away.
    I can’t look, and yet all I want to do is look. I keep looking away and then turning to look again. It could have been a bad clementine, but my stomach is doing flips right now.
    â€œAren’t you going to stop that, Chels?” Kendall asks. “Ross is