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Authors: Lisi Harrison
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anyone else could.
“But we’re automatically in, right?” Alicia leaned, restretching her stretched hamstring.
“Given.” Massie gave her a reassuring shoulder tap. “But we still have to hold auditions.”
“To give everyone a fair chance?” Claire tightened her ponytail.
“No, Kuh-laire. To find LBRs for the bottom of the pyramid.”
“Opposite of a good idea.” Alicia stood up on Kristen’s bed.
“’Scuse me?” Massie lifted an eyebrow.
“Pyramids are out. But don’t worry. I’ll show you some sequences I learned at Body Alive and—”
Massie side-glanced at Dempsey, then stood. “Um, Alicia, are you on the track team?”
Alicia took a step back. “No.”
Massie stepped forward. “Then why are you trying to run with this?”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“I’m gonna tell Layne to audition.” Dempsey examined the bowl of Sweet ’n’ Salty Surprise with delight. “She was just telling me what a huge soccer fan she is.”
“Sad times ten.” Massie fake-sulked. “But our practices will conflict with play rehearsals, so—”
“It’s okay!” Dempsey grabbed Kristen’s soccer ball off her trophy shelf and spun it until the black and white patches blurred. “We made a pact. We both dropped out of the play so we could be in the next one together. I bet she’d love to be on your squad.”
Kristen’s stomach lurched.
OMG! He likes Layne!
“But she doesn’t have any dance training,” Alicia whined.
“Massie can teach anyone anything.” Dempsey smiled fondly at the alpha.
Kristen’s stomach lurched again.
OMG! He likes Massie!
She peeked at Claire, who was scrutinizing the cuticle on her left thumb. Did she feel uncomfortable too? Burdened with too much information and doomed to carry the weight of that knowledge alone?
Claire
had
to know how Layne felt about Dempsey. After all, they were best friends OTPC (Outside The Pretty Committee). And
everyone
knew how Massie felt.
If only she could ask Claire’s advice. She’d want to know:
A) Which friend did she feel more obligated to help?
B) What was the best way to ask Dempsey who he liked?
C) Who did she think liked him more, Massie or Layne?
D) Who did she think deserved him more, Massie or Layne?
E) Who did she think was a better match for him, Massie or Layne?
F) Could she trust her enough to tell her about the Witty Committee?
G) All of the above.
Yes, Claire had kept Kristen’s scholarship secret, but conspiracy to cover a friendship with an LBR? That was a serious
Mass
demeanor.
“This is gonna be so cool!” Dempsey clapped once.
Yeah! If you considered . . .
A) Being a double agent for your friends while they crush on the same guy COOL!
C) Pretending soccer has cheerleaders so your BFF can stalk a player COOL!
C) All of the above COOL!
Then sure, this was gonna be great!
THE NEW GREEN CAFÉ
TABLE 18
Monday, September 28th
4:01 P.M.
Massie mounted her bamboo eco-chair and clapped twice. “Qui-eeeeet!”
Fifty-eight cheerleader-wannabes stopped gossiping at once.
“Good.” Massie grinned, pleased that the glitter-dusted hopefuls honored Rule No. 1 of her audition contract—
Obey What I Say
.
The rest of the Pretty Committee sat on either side of her,
American Idol
style, pens and stacks of purple paper laid neatly in front of them. They were wearing their cheerleader uniforms, which, thanks to Massie’s purple hair streak, had been designed and delivered by Stella McCartney in less than forty-eight hours. And, thanks to Massie’s explicit directions, they looked nuh-thing like cheerleader uniforms.
Black sequined off-the-shoulder minidresses with THE SOCC-HERS spelled in gold-stitched letters were sure to be envied, even from the cheap seats. Underneath, the Pretty Committee wore black leather short shorts, because no one wanted to stumble on a mid-flip crotch shot of herself on the Internet. And, in keeping with the Tomahawks’ American Indian theme, they wore knee-high metallic gold
“But we’re automatically in, right?” Alicia leaned, restretching her stretched hamstring.
“Given.” Massie gave her a reassuring shoulder tap. “But we still have to hold auditions.”
“To give everyone a fair chance?” Claire tightened her ponytail.
“No, Kuh-laire. To find LBRs for the bottom of the pyramid.”
“Opposite of a good idea.” Alicia stood up on Kristen’s bed.
“’Scuse me?” Massie lifted an eyebrow.
“Pyramids are out. But don’t worry. I’ll show you some sequences I learned at Body Alive and—”
Massie side-glanced at Dempsey, then stood. “Um, Alicia, are you on the track team?”
Alicia took a step back. “No.”
Massie stepped forward. “Then why are you trying to run with this?”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“I’m gonna tell Layne to audition.” Dempsey examined the bowl of Sweet ’n’ Salty Surprise with delight. “She was just telling me what a huge soccer fan she is.”
“Sad times ten.” Massie fake-sulked. “But our practices will conflict with play rehearsals, so—”
“It’s okay!” Dempsey grabbed Kristen’s soccer ball off her trophy shelf and spun it until the black and white patches blurred. “We made a pact. We both dropped out of the play so we could be in the next one together. I bet she’d love to be on your squad.”
Kristen’s stomach lurched.
OMG! He likes Layne!
“But she doesn’t have any dance training,” Alicia whined.
“Massie can teach anyone anything.” Dempsey smiled fondly at the alpha.
Kristen’s stomach lurched again.
OMG! He likes Massie!
She peeked at Claire, who was scrutinizing the cuticle on her left thumb. Did she feel uncomfortable too? Burdened with too much information and doomed to carry the weight of that knowledge alone?
Claire
had
to know how Layne felt about Dempsey. After all, they were best friends OTPC (Outside The Pretty Committee). And
everyone
knew how Massie felt.
If only she could ask Claire’s advice. She’d want to know:
A) Which friend did she feel more obligated to help?
B) What was the best way to ask Dempsey who he liked?
C) Who did she think liked him more, Massie or Layne?
D) Who did she think deserved him more, Massie or Layne?
E) Who did she think was a better match for him, Massie or Layne?
F) Could she trust her enough to tell her about the Witty Committee?
G) All of the above.
Yes, Claire had kept Kristen’s scholarship secret, but conspiracy to cover a friendship with an LBR? That was a serious
Mass
demeanor.
“This is gonna be so cool!” Dempsey clapped once.
Yeah! If you considered . . .
A) Being a double agent for your friends while they crush on the same guy COOL!
C) Pretending soccer has cheerleaders so your BFF can stalk a player COOL!
C) All of the above COOL!
Then sure, this was gonna be great!
THE NEW GREEN CAFÉ
TABLE 18
Monday, September 28th
4:01 P.M.
Massie mounted her bamboo eco-chair and clapped twice. “Qui-eeeeet!”
Fifty-eight cheerleader-wannabes stopped gossiping at once.
“Good.” Massie grinned, pleased that the glitter-dusted hopefuls honored Rule No. 1 of her audition contract—
Obey What I Say
.
The rest of the Pretty Committee sat on either side of her,
American Idol
style, pens and stacks of purple paper laid neatly in front of them. They were wearing their cheerleader uniforms, which, thanks to Massie’s purple hair streak, had been designed and delivered by Stella McCartney in less than forty-eight hours. And, thanks to Massie’s explicit directions, they looked nuh-thing like cheerleader uniforms.
Black sequined off-the-shoulder minidresses with THE SOCC-HERS spelled in gold-stitched letters were sure to be envied, even from the cheap seats. Underneath, the Pretty Committee wore black leather short shorts, because no one wanted to stumble on a mid-flip crotch shot of herself on the Internet. And, in keeping with the Tomahawks’ American Indian theme, they wore knee-high metallic gold
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