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lined Ikea’s mouth in pale mauve. “It takes away from your eyes, Ike. Your eyes are your main feature.”
    Parker sat down on the dainty chair beside the sink and stared at Plum’s steady hand until her nerves settled. (Who knew that lip liner could be so relaxing?)
    â€œI yove your yew yweater, ’arker!” Ikea said without moving her lips. “It’s yrès yute.”
    â€œYours is yrès yuter!” Parker joked back as she checked out her no-makeup-look in the mirror. She wondered how her vermilion margin looked, whatever that was.
    â€œOMGasp!” Kiki flew into La Cachette, went right for a stall and didn’t even shut the door. “I just saw Tinsley who just saw Cosima who heard from Brie who just heard from her brother…” Kiki flushed the toilet with a push of her foot. “That Tribb is totally asking Parker to Fall Sosh…” She washed her hands, fluffed her hair, and sat up on the counter. “Which means we need to start shopping for a dress—like yesterday .”
    Kiki’s hands were flapping up and down by her shoulders so fast that she looked like she might take off. It was a move the Lylas (including Kiki herself) called “the Birdie.” Just the mention of Tribb’s name made Parker’s face turn bright red.
    â€œGuys don’t think about that kind of stuff until like the day before,” Plum said, pulling a linen hand cloth off the neat stack by the sink. “That’s just the Gossip Vultures circling around their next meal.” She dabbed the corner over Ikea’s lips.
    â€œMaybe he’s pre-planning,” Ikea said. “Which is super-cute.”
    Parker was barely listening. She was thinking about Tribb and the first kiss and the coordinated outfits and the gardenia corsage. She was crossing her fingers and toes. She was making a secret wish.
    â€œYou okay, Park?” Plum asked as she put away her beauty tools.
    Parker gulped down and tried to say something that might make sense but nothing came out.
    â€œShe’s okay,” Kiki said pulling out her sunglasses and fitting them snugly on her face. “Aren’t you?”
    â€œBut of course.” Parker spiraled her hand in the air and smiled. “It’s me, remember?” The Lylas stood side by side in front of the mirror and took a moment to breathe. “Okay,” Parker said. “Let’s do this thing.”

Chapter 5
    Parker adjusted her tote high on her shoulder so she could walk down the hallway toward the eighth grade lockers without ruining the full effect of her outfit. She walked first (kind of a rule but not really official or anything), Kiki second, Plum third, and Ikea last.
    Friends were everywhere.
    â€œParker! Kiki! Plum! Ikea!”
    Everyone shouted their names in unison. Parker’s head turned left and right. The syllables started sounding like something you could dance to—the chorus of a Gwen Stefani song.
    Avery Bitterman came up and threw her arms around Parker. “Love the tan! Real …of course!”
    â€œGreat new backpack, Aves!” Parker made sure to sound really excited even though she and Avery weren’t exactly best friends or anything. “Très cute.”
    â€œDouble smiley-face,” Ikea added.
    â€œReally?” Avery’s own smiley-face brightened. She’d gone up a notch on the ladder just from that. “Thanks, you guys.”
    Duncan Middlestat didn’t say hello even though he clearly wanted to. After getting his braces off at the end of last year, Duncan was poised to move into the upper third of the populadder, although he didn’t know it yet. He still thought of himself in a lower tier; it would take him a while to mentally catch up to the physical improvements. But he was definitely headed in the right direction.
    â€œDunkers!” Plum said. “Hawt new jacket!”
    â€œIt’s smashing .” Kiki’s