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scurried after her friends. She was the only one of the four who that could just have something like Billings handed to her just illus-walked with her head down, her pale skin blotched with pink from trated everything that was wrong with the world.

some kind of exertion, pleasure, or embarrassment. She hugged

“Which basically means they have to take her,” Lorna added

her books to her chest and seemed to be concentrating hard on

with a laugh.

something going on in her head.

Nice. Maybe Lorna didn’t entirely suck.

They really were here. They really did exist.

Missy shot her a look that made her go instantly pale. “Not that

“I would kill to be Noelle Lange,” Diana said, leaning her chin you wouldn’t get in anyway,” Lorna added quickly.

on her hand.

“Check it out,” Diana said, lifting her chin. “Speak of the devils.”

“Yeah. That’s gonna happen,” Missy said sarcastically.

I looked up and there they were, striding two-by-two toward a

“Which one’s Noelle?” Constance asked.

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“White blazer,” Lorna said, envy dripping from her very lips.

“Omigod! Yes! She was on the billboard outside my Pilates

“Rumor has it that Harvard, Cornell, and Yale are all fighting for her.”

studio!” Constance exclaimed.

“Please. She’ll go wherever Dash McCafferty goes,” Missy said,

“Omigod! Keep your voice down, you freak!” Missy shot back,

glancing over.

mimicking her.

I saw that the big, blond guy who caught my punt yesterday was

“Wait. She’s an actual model?” I asked.

now sitting on a table behind Noelle, rubbing her shoulders with