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the speakers.
“What?”
    “Money!” Massie blurted.
    Alicia and Dylan nodded in agreement.
    “Huh?”
    “Kris, you’re always complaining about being p-o-o-r,” Massie whisper-spelled. “So maybe you should get attracted to rich guys.”
    “He ah-bviously has a job.”
    All of a sudden Derrington plopped himself down on Massie’s lap. She shifted uncomfortably.
    “You’re
poor
?” he asked.
    Kristen shot Massie a thanks-a-lot look.
    Claire’s stomach sympathy-dropped for Kristen and her spilled secret.
    “I didn’t mean
Kristen’s
poor—I meant she has poor taste when it comes to guys,” Massie covered.
    “There’s nothing
poor
about Griffin Hastings,” Derrington offered.
    “Huh?” Massie squirmed, making zero effort to hide her sudden discomfort. “How do you know him?”
    “He’s in one of my classes.”
    Massie’s amber eyes widened. “The busboy goes to Briarwood?”
    Kristen beamed.
    “Yeah, his dad owns, like, twenty theme restaurants on the East Coast. He’s being groomed to take over.”
    “How do you think this song got on the stereo?” Derrington added as he slipped his arm around Massie’s neck. “This is practically
his
place.”
    “Why didn’t I know about him?” Alicia asked with a trace of jealousy.
    Massie made a fist and stamped the table. “Ah-pproved.”
    “Yay!” Kristen air-clapped as she watched Griffin wipe the back of a vinyl chair. “Ehmagawd.” She gripped Massie’s arm. “Is that a book in his back pocket?”
    “Beware! He’s a huge horror geek,” Derrington warned. “Griffin is going to suck your bloooood!” He took a pretend bite out of Massie’s neck.
    “Ouch!” She pushed him to his feet.
    “
What?
I didn’t really bite,” he pleaded.
    “Well, it hurt.” Massie rubbed her neck.
    “Let me kiss it better.”
    “Nawt in public,” she hissed.
    “Whatever!” Derrington stood and stormed back to his table.
    “Gawd, he can be so immature!” Massie rolled her eyes.
    Claire knew Massie well enough to know she was suddenly looking at Derrington through Skye’s eyes, wondering if he had enough HART to impress the alpha, and starting to doubt it.
    “Anyway, back to the mission.” Massie turned to Kristen. “So? Are you going to ask him?”
    “I do love that he reads…” Kristen replied.
    “Then
ask
him.”
    “Not yet,” Kristen told her. “I have to get to know him a little better.”
    Claire peeked at Cam again. This time he smiled back. And Claire couldn’t help hoping that maybe Nikki was a young camper with a crush. Perhaps he’d kept the IMs to avoid hurting her feelings, or maybe he’d made them up for a creative writing class or…
    Suddenly a girl in a pink Splendid hoodie with bobbed brown hair, full high-glossed lips, and gold aviator glasses appeared at their table with an extra-large pizza balancing in the palm of her hand. She wasn’t dressed anything like the other Sauce Stylists.
    “Here’s your pie.” She carefully handed it to Massie.
    “Um, doubt it.” Massie pushed her hand aside.
    “Is your name Massie Block?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Then enjoy.” She grinned from behind the gold aviators, dropped the pizza on the table, and bolted.
    “I’m so nawt eating this.” Massie glanced at the boys’ table to make sure they’d heard her.
    “I’ll have it.” Dylan reached for a slice, then stopped. “Ehmagawd,
look
.” The Pretty Committee leaned forward, examined the pizza, and gasped. Written in tiny sausage crumbles, it said, SKYE WILL PICK U UP AT 1 P.M. ON SAT. B READY .
    Massie slammed the box shut. “Ehmagawd, she’s watching us.” Her voice quaked as she scanned the crowded, igloo-shaped restaurant. “You guys need to find dates ay-sap or we’re gonna have to—”
    “You’re being paranoid,” Kristen insisted.
    “Why else would
she
want to see me?”
    “Point.” Alicia lifted her finger in the air.
    “Hurry, pick someone.”
    “But it’s so hard to decide,” Dylan whisper-whined.