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    The girls giggled and Josh turned slightly pink.
    â€œHazel, on the other hand,” Sylvia continued, “is as far away from a salope as one can get.”
    â€œOui,” Carolyn agreed. “She has good hair, good style. Hazel rules.”
    â€œYou want her,” Megan sneered.
    â€œShut up, Megan,” Carolyn snapped.
    â€œNow, ladies.” Sylvia put her arm around Hazel. “We all want her. Everyone is in love with Hazel. She’s our one true love. Someday we’ll move to Canada—French Canada—and marry her.”
    Sylvia and Carolyn beamed at her, and, as silly as it all sounded, Hazel was flattered.
    The bell rang and Hazel gathered up her presents. The PLDs walked out of the lunchroom in a pack—first Sylvia, then Megan and Caroline, then Hazel and Ellen. All of them turned heads as they went. Josh came up beside Sylvia, and Matty fell into step with Hazel.
    â€œHey,” Matty said.
    â€œHi,” she said softly. He tentatively put his arm around her and Hazel leaned into him. As they passed by a group of senior girls, Hazel noticed them whispering, shooting her envious glances.
    This is what it’s like being a PLD. You get the most attention, the hottest guys. And I’m one of them now! Hazel realized, amazed. I’m one of them and there’s no way I’m ever going back! She gazed up at Matty and smiled.
    â€œJenna Babcock’s skirt is way too short today,” Carolyn said. “She looks like a total salope .”
    â€œMais oui,” Sylvia replied. “And good usage, ma cherie .”
    â€œWait,” Ellen ventured. “Is that a new word?”
    â€œBien sûr,” Sylvia replied.
    â€œBien sûr,” Carolyn said.
    â€œWell, what does it mean?”
    Sylvia only laughed. Ellen looked from Carolyn to Megan. They both shrugged.
    Finally, Ellen turned to Hazel. “Do you know what it means?” she asked.
    â€œOf course she does,” Sylvia informed her.
    Ellen suddenly looked panicked. “What did I do? Is it my hair? I’m getting a new cut, I swear.”
    â€œDon’t be silly,” Sylvia drawled. “But if you want to know what the word means, maybe you should ask Brandon.”
    She chuckled as Josh wrapped both his arms around her waist and murmured, “Salope,” in her ear.
    Ellen stopped dead in her tracks. She wore a strange expression.
    Was it sadness? Concern?
    â€œEllen?” Hazel asked. “Are you okay?”
    â€œSure,” Ellen whispered. She stared as Sylvia and the rest of the group strolled away with Josh.
    No one looked back.
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    After school the PLDs met Hazel at her locker. “We’re going to Starbucks,” Sylvia said. “Time to give you our last gift.”
    The group settled around a table by the window. Hazel offered to order everyone’s drinks, but Sylvia waved her hand. “Don’t be silly. When you’re a PLD, the drinks come to you.”
    As if on cue, one of the counter people—a good-looking college guy—approached the table. Sylvia flirted with him for a minute or two, leading him on just enough to give him a tiny bit of hope. Soon after, each of the PLDs was gifted with the Frappuccino of her choice.
    Hazel took a sip. It was a small thing, she knew, but real evidence of the kind of influence a group like the PLDs could have.
    Everyone chatted for a while, eager to let off steam about school before getting down to PLD business. Hazel stirred her Frap with her straw. She glanced up when the door opened.
    And swallowed when she saw who walked in.
    Lakshmi.
    What was she doing here?
    Hazel knew Lakshmi wanted to be in with the popular crowd—maybe even more than Hazel did—but didn’t she know how pathetic she seemed, following the PLDs around like a puppy?
    Lakshmi caught sight of Hazel. Her face broke into a broad smile. She waved and started to approach.
    Oh God, Hazel thought.