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september
     
    Did you guys hear what happened at Connor Shale’s house last night? It is so intense.
    What?
    Faith Kirkpatrick completely bitched out Ally Ryan.
    Wait a minute. The Ally Ryan? She’s back?
    Where have you been? I’ve been tweeting about this for days.
    Wait. You 6uu were invited to Connor Shale’s house?
    Um , no . What am I, sleeping with the guy? Please. Annie told me.
    Annie Johnston? How did she get in?
    Oh, she goes to all the Crestie parties. She’s, like, obsessed with Faith Kirkpatrick or something. Ever since Faith dumped her at that Spring Fling dance freshman year?
    Oh my God! Yeah! Remember that?
    Wait, Faith’s a lesbian?
    No, you loser! They were just friends. Faith was, like,
the only Crestie who ever even acknowledged us.
Until she turned to the dark side.
    And Ally.
    Ally what?
    Ally was always cool to us too.
     
     
     

 
jake
     
    “I’d better get eighth-period study hall,” Shannen said, yawning hugely She stopped at the bottom of the steps to the junior/senior entrance and looked up at the school. It was sort of intimidating. The first time I saw it I thought it was some huge church. It was all red brick and had towers at the corners. The one right above us held the clock that hadn’t worked since before I moved here. We sometimes snuck up there at lunch and tossed soda bottles and doughnuts off it to watch them explode. The Idiot Twins had once even peed off it. Gross, but kind of funny.
    “Why? It’s not like you can leave campus,” Faith said as she checked her reflection in a tiny mirror for the fourteen thousandth time that morning. She clicked it closed and sighed. “Seniors get all the perks.”
    “Yeah, but I can sleep,” Shannen said, taking the steps two at a time. “By eighth I am definitely gonna need a snooze.”
    “Unless I get study hall too,” I said.
    Shannen grinned. “Of course. Then we’ll be having some fun.”
    We knocked fists as Faith rolled her eyes at us. “Just try not to destroy any school property. My mom’s this close to not letting me hang out with you guys anymore after the whole founder-clown incident.”
    Shannen and I laughed. Over the summer we’d been bored one night and she’d decided we should dress up the town hall statue of the two Orchard Hill founders as clowns. We’d gotten caught, of course, since the Orchard Hill police station is inside borough hall. But we’d had a killer time getting as far as we had.
    Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ally Ryan waiting at the bottom of the hill on the other side of Orchard Avenue, at the corner of the OVC complex, which was where she lived now—according to all the rumors I’d heard last night after she’d left the party. She was wearing jeans and a white top with buttons and short sleeves. Her hair was down. It looked nice down. Standing next to her was her mother. At least, I figured it was her mother. They looked a lot alike. Except that as they crossed the street toward the school, her mom actually seemed happy to be there.
    I felt bad about what happened at Connor’s last night. The way the girls had kind of humiliated Ally. And about how I hadn’t said anything. I wanted to talk to her about it. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I hoped it would come to me soon.
    “So what the hell happened last night with that Ally girl?” I asked. We were all climbing the steps together, and the girls stopped as soon as I asked.
    “What do you mean? You were there,” Faith said.
    “I know, but I mean . . . what did she do to Chloe that was so bad?” I asked.
    Faith and Shannen exchanged a look. “It’s complicated,” Shannen said, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.
    I saw at least ten guys take notice of her because of that one gesture. Shannen’s dad was tall, athletic, and Irish. Her mom was skinny, petite, and Chinese. Apparently the two countries had to get together more often, because they had pretty much spawned the hottest