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reddish hair over her shoulder and looked defiantly up at Beth. “It’s exactly what they deserve.”
    “I guess …”
    “No second thoughts,” Miranda ordered. “They screwed us. Both of us. Because they thought we’d put up with it.” And Beth remembered the surprise in Kane’s eyes when she’d pushed him away for the last time. The mocking look in Harper’s every time Beth dared confront her, as if knowing that sweet, quiet Beth would always be the one to back down first. And she remembered the way Adam had treated her when he’d thought she was the cheater, his cold, unrelenting cruelty, the unwil ingness to bend, to trust, to forgive.
    Now she was supposed to just get over it? Because betraying Beth, wel , that didn’t real y count? “You take the science wing, I’l hit the lockers by the cafeteria,” Beth said determinedly. Forget moving on. Forget backing down.
    “That’s better,” Miranda cheered, locking up behind them. “Let’s get this done.”
    Did you hear?
    Is it true?
    I heard he was a virgin when he slept with Kaia .
    And when she blew him off, he cried.
    Well, I heard Kane wanted Beth so much he posed naked with Harper and they doctored the photos .
    They didn’t just pose—he and Harper totally did it on the locker room floor.
    No, I heard it was on the soccer field, and Kaia was in it too. Threesome, baby.
    So who was taking the pictures?
    Could Kaia really be hooking up with that skeezy stoner?
    Didn’t you hear? She’s a total nympho.
    Why do you think they threw her out of her last school?
    Did he really—?
    And then she—?
    How could they—?
    I don’t believe it, but …
    You won’t believe it, but …
    It doesn’t make any sense, but …
    Trust me.
    It’s true.
    “Oooh, Harper, you must be soooo humiliated!”
    Harper rol ed her eyes. She’d been (barely) tolerating her lame sophomore wannabe-clone for months now, but the Mini-Me act was getting old. Especial y now that the girl had dug up the nerve to speak to her in public. As if Harper was going to dent her own reputation by acknowledging Mini-Me’s existence—or, worse, giving people the impression that they were actual y friends .
    “We just want you to know we’re there for you,” Mini-Me’s best friend gushed. Harper couldn’t be bothered to remember her name, either, and since the girl was decked out in the same faux BCBG skirt and sweater set that Harper had ditched last season, MiniShe would suffice.
    “What are you talking about?” she hissed, through gritted teeth. Under normal circumstances she would have just closed her locker and walked away. But something strange was going on today. She’d been getting weird looks al morning, and once, difficult as it was to believe, it had almost seemed like someone was laughing—at her .

    “Oh, Harper, we don’t believe any of it,” Mini-Me assured her.
    “Of course not,” Mini-She simpered, her head bouncing up and down like a bobblehead dol . “Wel , except that thing about—”
    “None of it,” Mini-Me said firmly, giving Mini-She an obvious shut your mouth glare.
    “None of what?” Harper was getting increasingly irritated by the twin twits—and by the sensation that something very bad was about to happen. Or had already happened, without her knowing it, which was worse. Harper owned this school, and nothing happened without her say-so.
    “You mean you haven’t …” Mini-Me’s eyes lit up. She tried to force a concerned look, but her eagerness was painful y clear. “Oh, I hate to be the one to show you this, but …” She pul ed a folded red flyer out of her back pocket. Harper had seen them floating around that morning, but assumed it was just another lame announcement about the next chess club tournament or some charity drive for the community service club. “Maybe I shouldn’t show it to you,” Mini-Me said, waving the folded flyer out of Harper’s reach.
    “But at least we can be there for her, when she sees it.” Mini-She