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clicked accept. Derrington, Cam, and Josh were leaning against a red couch in Derrington’s basement. The TV was on mute behind them.
    “Nice newsletter, Block.” Derrington twisted the cuffs on his navy skate shorts. Josh and Cam were on either side of him, staring at their feet.
    “Thanks.” Massie scanned his outfit.
Yes!
He was wearing the rhinestone
M
brooch she’d given him last month. It was pinned to the sleeve of his light blue T-shirt, right above the chocolate stain.
    “Is all that stuff true?” A dirty-blond curl fell into his eyes. He jerked his head, but it didn’t move.
    “What stuff?” Massie’s heart quickened.
    “Those rumors we’ve been hearing.”
    “Like what?” She took a deep breath and held it. Had word gotten out that they were responsible for Abby and Hadley’s latest feud? Would everyone turn against them for causing Hadley to walk off
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? Had Claire told them she was more popular with the actresses than Massie? Her ears started ringing and her palms went clammy.
    “Kirk Morrison told me your dad is building you a school.”
    “Oh, that.” She exhaled and wiped her hands on her satin pj’s. “Yeah, and it’s going to be coed.”
    “Can I go?”
    “Yup. But no shorts allowed,” Massie teased.
    “Who’s gonna stop me?” He turned around and wiggled his butt for the girls.
    Massie felt a tingle in the tiny space behind her belly button while everyone laughed with her boyfriend.
    Feelings like these made her grateful there was a computer between them. She was terrified of another awkward is-he-about-to-make-a-move moment—like the one they had in Lake Placid before they kissed. The unpredictability of it all made Massie’s internal organs pretzel. It was kind of like puking in that way; having the feeling, knowing it was about to happen, but not knowing exactly when. And Massie hated puking.
    “Claire.” Cam looked into the camera with his one blue eye and one green eye. “Is it true your brother felt up Abby Boyd?”
    “
Ew
, no!” Claire turned red.
    “So he wasn’t lying.” Josh pulled off his New York Yankees cap and whipped it onto the gray carpet. “That kid is incredible.”
    “She’s not that hot in person, you know,” Alicia chimed in, obviously jealous that Josh was jealous of Todd. “Her hair is super short now. She looks like—”
    “Like what?” Kristen cocked her head.
    “Forget it.”
    “Hey, Kristen.” Derrington pushed the hair away from his eyes. “Did you hear we got a new soccer coach?”
    “It’s about time. Do you like him?”
    “He’s awesome. Yesterday during drills he made us—”
    “Zzzzzzzz.” Massie fake-snored.
    “Hey!” Claire shouted. “Look.” She pressed her finger against the monitor and Massie smacked it away.
    “Don’t touch the screen.”
    “But look.” Kristen leaned into the computer and squinted. “It’s Rupert Mann.”
    “’Ello, oym Rooopert Mannn.” Josh attempted to impersonate the British director.
    He got an I’m-so-embarrassed-for-you shove from Cam and a giggle from Alicia.
    “Rupert? Where? Hide me!” Dylan shouted from the bathroom.
    “He’s on TV. Behind you!” Claire pointed. “What are you watching?”
    “I dunno, one of those stupid Hollywood gossip shows,” Derrington mumbled. “My sister was watching it.”
    “Yeah, right!” Josh punched Derrington on the arm.
    “She was!” He returned the punch with his back to the camera, obviously trying to hide his guilty smile.
    “Then why is your face purple?” Cam chuckled.
    “It’s
not
!” Derrington elbowed him. “Maybe if your eyes were the same color you’d know that.”
    Massie pressed her nose against the screen, ignoring their little brawl. “Channel seven! Quick!”
    Everyone raced around the room looking for the remote except Claire. She sat patiently, obviously hoping to continue her conversation with Cam.
    “We’ll call you after the show,” Massie announced.
    “’Kay,” the boys