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while Sasha fixated on Johnny, Cecily on her longtime boyfriend, Drew Napolitano, and Haley on her cute and previously noble neighbor, Reese Highland.
    Reese
, she thought sadly.
What’s happened to you?
Even with the hard evidence in front of her, she still had trouble believing her virtuous Reese could be this devilish.
    Cecily broke the silence. “We’ve got to get them back for this. But what can we do? I don’t know how to be that terrible.”
    â€œWell, luckily I do,” Coco said. “Here’s what we do. As soon as they get back from their little Caribbean jaunt, we execute a group dumping. We dump every single one of them at the same time, publicly, so that everybody, everywhere knows about it. Spencer Eton, Drew Napolitano, Johnny Lane and Reese Highland—jilted! That should humiliate them enough to make them see the error of their ways.”
    Haley felt doubtful. “What if that’s not enough?” she said. “What if they don’t really
care?”
    â€œWe’ll make them care,” Coco said. “We’ll—” She stopped, glancing at her vibrating phone. “Well, if it isn’t Spencer Eton texting me with an innocent little New Year’s greeting. How fricking sweet! What a fricking hypocrite!”
    She paused to read the message and snapped the phone shut, looking shaken.
    â€œWhat did he say?” Whitney asked.
    â€œIt’s about the inaugural ball,” Coco said. Haley knew Coco had been looking forward to that ball since the day Spencer’s mother announced that she was running for governor of New Jersey. “Spencer says he can’t wait to take me with him. It will be my official coming-out as First Girlfriend.” Her face hardened, stricken with pain. “What a fraud! He probably had his tongue down some other girl’s throat while he was pressing Send!”
    â€œWell, so what?” Whitney said. “You’re still going to go, aren’t you? You’re not going to miss the ball?”
    â€œOnly someone who doesn’t have a boyfriend would say something like that,” Coco snapped, and Whitney’s face fell. “I don’t want to miss the ball, but how can I go? After he has treated me so horrendously? I’m so disgusted I can’t even look at him, much less appear in public with the snake.”
    This sounded new to Haley, who had always been under the impression that Coco was able to swallow any amount of personal pride for the sake of public appearances. Was Coco finally going to stand up to high society for the sake of her own sense of self? Whatever was going on, Haley had learned the valuable lesson Whitney hadn’t yet seemed to master—don’t contradict the queen when she’s on a rampage. Besides, maybe Coco had changed, and in pointing this out, Haley might risk changing her back.
    â€œStupid Spencer,” Coco muttered. “It’s so unfair. And what really burns me up is that half of New Jersey gets to go, but not me! I was supposed to be the First Girlfriend! I mean, even geekoids like Mrs. Eton’s lame new intern, what’s-his-name, get to go.”
    â€œAlex Martin?” Haley said. She didn’t consider Alex a geek—not really—but she knew he had been working for Mrs. Eton.
    â€œYes, that nerdinger,” Coco said. “Well, this is it, girls. Things have to change. From this moment on, everything is going to be different around here.”
    She marched across the room and grabbed a stack of fashion magazines from the towering pile on her reading table. With a look of grim vengeance, she passed one to each of her friends. “One for you, one for you …”
    â€œOooh, oooh, oooh! Are we doing makeovers? Already?” Whitney squealed. “Goody!”
    â€œMore than just makeovers,” Coco said. “This is acomplete and total overhaul. We are going to convert ourselves from hot suburban