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crept across her face. “I should know.”
    “How
come you look like a cat who just swallowed a bat?” Ivy asked suspiciously.
    “Because
I have an idea . . .” Her sister looked around to make sure no one was
listening. “Since no one else knows about us, I think you should pretend to be
me at lunch tomorrow,” Olivia said with grin.
    “What?”
Ivy demanded.
    “Think
about it, Ivy. How funny would it be if Charlotte went through a whole meal
surrounded by all her best friends—including her new BF, me? Except that me will
be you !”
    It’s
a killer idea, Ivy
thought excitedly, but it’ll never work. “There’s no way we could pull
it off,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, we’re twins, but we’re not—”
    “Identical?”
Olivia interrupted.
    “Okay.
We’re identical,” Ivy conceded. “But we have very, very different . . . looks.”
    “Nothing
that a little spray-on tan won’t fix,” Olivia countered.
    “You’re
serious,” Ivy said incredulously.
    “Dead
serious,” Olivia replied.
    That’s
exactly what I would have said, Ivy
thought.
    “My
Kinski denim skirt would look so hot on you!” Olivia said eagerly.
    Ivy
tried not to smile, since she was still playing devil’s advocate. “Okay, but
what about the perky factor?” she asked. “It’s not like I can smile and eat
cafeteria Jell-O at the same time like you can. My cover would be blown in
seconds.”
    “Don’t
worry.” Olivia reached over and put her hand on top of Ivy’s. “I’ll coach you.
Besides, what better way is there for twin sisters to get to know each other
than to be each other?”
    Olivia’s
emerald ring sparkled at Ivy.
    That
decides it , Ivy
thought. She leaned forward and said, “This is going to suck!”
    Olivia’s
face fell. “You mean you won’t do it?”
    “No.”
Ivy shook her head. “ ‘Suck’ is good! ‘Suck’ is really good!”
    “Oh,”
Olivia said. “Weird. So you’ll do it?”
    “I’ll
do it.” Ivy grinned.
    “In
that case, I’d like to propose a toast.” Olivia held up her glass. “To Ivy
Vega, my twin sister.”
    Ivy
raised her lemonade. “To Olivia Abbott, my twin sister.”
    They
clinked their glasses. And then, at exactly the same moment, Ivy and her sister
both laughed. “You suck!” they chorused.

Chapter 4
    The
next day, Olivia made her way to the science hall bathroom—which Ivy had chosen
because it was the least-frequented bathroom in the school—and excitedly
arranged her supplies on the counter: Santa Monica spray-on tan, Autumn Day
blush, Shimmer lip gloss, Nature’s Sheen hair gel ....
    The
door opened a crack, and Ivy’s pale face appeared. She slipped inside and
pulled a piece of cardboard out of her black patent leather purse.
    Olivia’s
eyes widened as her sister held up the makeshift sign: OUT OF ORDER.
    “You
wouldn’t!” Olivia said.
    Ivy
flashed a devilish smile that said Wanna bet ? Opening the door a tiny
bit, she screwed up her face in concentration and reached around to hang the
sign on the doorknob, looking like a safecracker in a heist movie.
    “Okay!”
Ivy returned, empty-handed. “Make me pink.”
    “Not
pink. Natural, ” Olivia corrected, handing her sister a facial wipe. “Start
by taking off your eyeliner.”
    In a
matter of seconds, the white towelette was blacker than the rag Olivia’s dad
used to shine his shoes. “Oh, my gosh, I knew you wore a lot of eyeliner. But
this is really—”
    Ivy
gave her a look.
    “Impressive,”
Olivia finished and quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, I can’t believe how
white your regular skin tone is,” she said, shaking the can of spray-on tan.
    Ivy
grabbed her wrist. “You are not putting that on my face.”
    Olivia
sighed and looked her sister in the eye. “Ivy, natural means healthy. It
means aglow with life, awash in sunlight. It means you woke up this morning on
the beach in California with a hottie feeding you grapes. You need spray-on
tan.”
    “Brendan
Daniels