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pressed. “Or is she just using you again to get something she wants?”
    “No, it’s real this time.” Claire still had a hard time believing it herself.
    “Hmmm,” Layne said.
    “Does this mean you get to borrow her clothes?” Heather adjusted her makeshift belt, which was really a cute stuffed snake that she’d won at Coney Island when she was four. It was so bulky, she was having a hard time keeping it tied around her tiny waist.
    “I’ve already borrowed a ton of her stuff.” Claire could feel the proud smile spreading across her face.
    “What?” Layne asked.
    “Unfortunately, I stained two of her sweaters.”
    Layne chuckled. “I heard she doesn’t have a washing machine—she just throws her dirty clothes out and buys new ones.”
    “The entire Block estate is built on landfill made up of Massie’s dirty clothes.” Claire giggled
    Layne started laughing, and Claire felt a wave of guilt.
    “I’m just kidding. Massie’s totally normal.”
    “Yeah, whatever.” Layne rolled her eyes. “You’ve become a total Massie-chist.”
    Meena and Heather giggled.
    “I have not.” Claire felt her throat lock. Why was everyone having such a hard time accepting that she and Massie actually liked each other? Claire searched her mind for a new topic, but she was too flustered to think of anything. Luckily, her cell phone started ringing.
    “Hullo?” Claire answered her phone. “Oh, hey—” She was about to say Massie’s name but stopped herself. “Really? That’s TFFW. We must have walked right past you. . . . We’d love to cut. . . . Be right there . . . .”
    “Uh, what’s ‘TFFW’?”
    “‘Too funny for words.’”
    “Ah,” Layne said. “I’m not taking Massie as a Second Language until next semester.”
    “Very funny.” Claire pulled Layne out of the line and led her to the front. “Let’s go—Massie said we could cut.”
    “No, thanks.” Meena shook her head. “I’d rather wait back here, with the people.”
    “Yeah, power to the people.” Heather shot her fist in the air.
    “Well, we’re going.” Claire tugged on Layne’s arm.
    “Someone needs to protect her,” Layne shouted to her friends.
    “Whatever.” Heather chuckled.
    “Traitor,” Meena yelled with a semi-smile.
    Claire was relieved that they had only been teasing. Meena and Heather were so much easier to deal with than Massie’s Pretty Committee. They got jealous of each other’s CD collections, not each other’s friends.
    “Hey, no cutting,” a few people shouted as they marched past. But Claire kept her eyes fixed forward and ignored them all. She would be with Massie in a few seconds and then they’d be safe.
    “Look, Kristen,” Nina pointed out when Claire and Layne arrived. “You’re not the only one with bad hair. This girl’s bangs are way too long.”
    Claire stuck out her hand. “Hi, I’m Claire.”
    Nina reached out and shook it hard. “See, Massie, this girl knows how to shake a hand.”
    Massie put her hands on her hips and opened her mouth to say something, but Claire cut her off.
    “Do you really think my bangs are long?”
    “
Sí,
” Nina said.
    Claire felt everyone’s eyes on her. “
Yes!
” she shouted. “I’ve been trying to grow them out for months.”
    “I think you should trim them a leetle bit instead. Boys love when they rest just on the tips of your eyelashes. It says, ‘Stay by my side. I can’t see with all this hair in my eyes and I may need your help crossing the road.’ And guys love when girls are helpless.”
    “
What?
” Massie snapped. “Claire, let me take you to Jakkob after school. He’s ah-mazing with layers.”
    “I would love to,” Claire whispered softly. She couldn’t help wondering if there was any truth to Nina’s theory. “As long as he doesn’t scalp me. Cam hates short hair on girls. He says it makes them look—”
    Claire felt Massie’s thumb poke the side of her ribs and immediately stopped talking. Everyone was glaring at