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that having your bod on an NYC billboard paid a pretty penny.

Taylor, Kiran, and Dash. She smiled hungrily at us and my

Taylor—much more my speed in jeans and a preppy polo—shot

stomach turned. What had I been thinking, believing that this

me a curious look as she slid behind me and sat down to my right.

was a good idea?

She did, however, also have large diamond studs in her ears.

“Good morning, glass-licker!” Noelle said, dropping her tray

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Taylor.”

across from Ariana.

“She knows, ” Noelle said impatiently.

My face went red instantly. Bad idea. Big bad idea.

Taylor’s cheeks turned pink.

“Glass-licker?” Leanne said. “Oh! Right! You’re the les bian,”

“I’m Reed,” I said, trying to make her feel better.

she said in a husky voice. Natasha smirked as she opened her mag

“She knows that, too. What are we all, retarded?” Noelle asked.

and Leanne laughed, enjoying her own joke.

Natasha sighed and looked up from her magazine. “Noelle. I’d

Ariana brought her book down and glared not at Leanne, but at

rather you not use that word. At least not around me.”

Noelle. Amazingly, Noelle blushed as well. Ariana could make

“Sorry, Princess PC. Did you want to slap my wrist?” Noelle

Noelle blush. Good to know.

said, offering her arm over Kiran’s Sidekick. Kiran clucked her

“Sorry! ” Noelle said, rolling her eyes. “Hi, Reed,” she said point-tongue and leaned back so she could see.

edly. Then she sat down and scoffed. “Touchy, touchy.” She slung

“That won’t be necessary,” Natasha said with a smirk.

her bag over her chair and rolled her eyes. “God, Leanne. Can you

“Natasha considers herself the moral center of Easton,” Noelle