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anyone goes, it’s—”
    “When does Dune get back?” Claire pulled an orange gummy worm out of the bowl and slurped it like spaghetti, her blue eyes wide with innocence.
    Monday!
Kristen wanted to snap. Hadn’t she been talking about it all week? But Claire’s soft grin said she’d only asked to prevent a fight.
    “Extra, extra!” Alicia jumped up on the green and white comforter and bounced, jostling Bean like a penny on a trampoline. Her C-cups Jell-Oed inside her navy babydolls. “I’ve got gossip!”
    Kristen lowered the volume on “Wake Up Call” and plopped down beside Alicia’s bare feet.
    Massie, Dylan, and Claire quickly joined her.
    “How many points?” Dylan poked her tongue through a chocolate-covered pretzel and waved it around.
    “Five hundy.” Alicia landed on her butt and crossed her toned dancer’s legs.
    “Granted.” Massie made a note in her 3G. “Now open like a zip drive.”
    Kristen felt herself grinning. Finally, something big was about to go down. This sleepover had major Hall of Fame potential. The Pretty Committee would remember this night forever.
    Alicia scanned the room for the spies she knew weren’t there, then whispered, “Tuesday night, some girl in dirty sweats was pedaling Derrington around town on his bike.” She rocked back and forth playfully, giving the news a moment to sink in.
    “Ah!” Massie winced like she had a sudden gas cramp.
    Dylan quickly stood and grabbed a fistful of pretzels. Claire smile-read a text from Cam. And Kristen peeked up at her ceiling, stealing a quick glance at her C.L.A.M. crush. Two more sleeps until he was back. And then
they’d
be the hot topic.
    “Source?” Massie and Dylan asked at the same time.
    “Apple C!” they then called immediately, both girls trying to look less affected by the news than they really were.
    “Josh.” Alicia beamed.
    “So? Does he know who she is?” Dylan casually asked her pretzel.
    “Typical.” Massie sprang off the bed and returned to her flatiron.
    “What?” Dylan followed her to the mirror. “What’s typical?”
    “Derrington ah-bviously made that up and told Josh, knowing he’d tell Leesh and Leesh would tell me.” She ironed a flirty flip at the bottom of her hair. “I mean, what
real
girl would be desperate enough to pedal
him
? He’s ah-bviously trying to get me jealous by self-starting a rumor.”
    “Ehmagawd, you’re sooo right!” Dylan smacked Massie’s shoulder.
    “Makes sense.” Claire finally looked up from her phone.
    “No. It. Does.
Nawt
.” Alicia smacked the comforter.
    “Don’t worry.” Massie grinned. “You can still have your gossip points.”
    “Oh.” Alicia smile-shrugged. “Okay.”
    “Maybe it’s a sign.” Dylan hurried for more snacks and grabbed a pita. “You know, that it’s time to throw water on him and let him go.”
    “Not until I get Dempsey.” Massie flipped off her flatiron and tousled her hair.
    “But what if you don’t?” Kristen blurted, and then regret-blushed.
    “Don’t
what
?” Massie accidentally swatted her flatiron to the floor.
    “Don’t get Dempsey,” Claire butted in. “I mean, what if someone else likes him and, you know, gets him first?”
    “Like
who
?”
    “What difference does it make?” Dylan returned to the bed. “It’s not like you’d go back to Derrington if you
couldn’t
get Dempsey, right?”
    “Given.” Massie dipped her pinky in a pot of gold glitter, then wiped it on her cheekbones. “But boys are in right now. And when something’s hot, I always get two.”
    “But what if it’s true?” Dylan sat.
    Massie slammed down her gold glitter, then ripped the pita from Dylan’s hand. “Then that sweatpant-wearing pedal-chauffeur is done.” She offered the bread to Bean, who snapped it up like a croc (the reptile, not the shoe). “Wait a minute.” Her amber eyes narrowed. “I know what’s going on here.”
    Dylan tucked a strand of already tucked hair behind her ear. Her cheeks