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presses.
    I grimace.
    â€œOkay, I see your point.”
    â€œSo there needs to be a meet-cute. A way to put the two of you together so that he’ll never forget your name or your face. So that he’ll be
intrigued
by you.”
    â€œAnd how do we make that happen? Aside from using hypnosis.”
    She shoots me a dirty look, then grins. “Don’t worryabout that. Meet-cutes need to be spontaneous. You just leave all the details to me.”
    â€œOh, God help me. I don’t know about that . . .”
    â€œListen,” she says, “if we’re going to make this work, we’re going to have to trust each other.”
    â€œYeah, I know,” I sigh. “Okay, a meet-cute it is. What’s next?”
    â€œA pinkie swear.”
    I frown. “What movie is that from?”
    â€œNo.” She shakes her head. “A pinkie swear between me and you.”
    I roll my eyes. “We
really
don’t need to do that.”
    â€œUm, pinkie swears are promises. And breaking them equals perjury. Gimme your hand.”
    Reluctantly, I reach across the table and latch my left pinkie with her right one.
    â€œI swear,” Marijke says solemnly, “that I will uphold my agreement to make our lives just like the movies. I promise to do whatever it takes, even if it’s totally embarrassing, to get Joe Lombardi to notice you.”
    I shake my head, but I can’t help the smile spreading over my face.
    â€œNow you,” she prompts.
    â€œI swear,” I say slowly, “that I will uphold my agreement . . . what was the rest?”
    â€œTo make our lives just like the movies.”
    â€œTo make our lives just like the movies,” I repeat. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to get Tommy Lawson to fall madly, passionately in love with you and only you.”
    â€œAnd ask me to prom.”
    â€œFine, and ask you to prom. But only if Joe asks me too.”
    â€œPerfect.” She pulls her pinkie away, grinning. “Now all we have to do is make a foolproof plan, and there’s only one way to do that.”
    â€œOh, and what’s that?”
    She raises her eyebrows and gestures to our list of movies.
    â€œA movie binge, of course—a marathon of flicks all night until we can’t see straight. Until we’re quoting them in our sleep. We can crash at my house; I’ve got Blu-ray. Whaddya say?”
    Well, it’s not like I’ve got anything to rush home for.
    â€œOnly if I can pick the first movie,” I say. Marijke grins.
    â€œDeal.”

I’m sort of surprised when Tommy pulls up to my house Monday morning. We didn’t talk all weekend, so I’d asked my dad to drive me to school. But as Tommy rolls up, windows down and music blasting, I feel a thick, molasseslike dread creeping through my veins. It’s slow and methodical, coating all my nerves with something like fear.
    I can remember every second of Friday’s disaster—the way my hand clenched around his phone, the way I shoved it at his body as if it were my worst enemy.
    â€œI know the truth,” I had hissed at him. “I know all about you and Jess Myers.”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œYou heard me,” I said, eyes narrowed. “I read the texts. I know she wants you back.”
    My fury began to boil over when Tommy rolled his eyes.
    â€œBaby, she’s harmless,” he’d said. “I mean, yeah, she sent me a couple texts last week. I didn’t think it was important. I don’t want to get with her or anything.”
    To which I responded, “The least you could have done is shoot her down!”
    Which is when Tommy threw up his hands and shook his head, looking at me with something like defeat.
    â€œWhy do you always think I’m cheating on you because I talk to other girls?
You
decided to look through my phone, and
you
got mad about something that is completely innocent. Talking to other girls does not equal