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the tutor. She’d already once tried to write on the board, only to discover the chalk was a prop, too. “A squared plus B squared equals C squared,” Mac answered obediently. “I guess it’s interesting because it means you can solve triangles.”
    â€œGreat, thank you Mackenzie,” Ms. Calmet said enthusiastically. She was smiling hugely, like she was thirteen instead of thirty. She reached into her desk and pulled out a sheet of gold stars. She unpeeled one and ran over to stick it on Mac’s new Anthropologie halter dress. Ms. Calmet was nutty, but at least she was nicer than the BAMS algebra teacher, Mrs. Earley, who gave pop quizzes that made up 25 percent of your grade.
    â€œA star for the star behind the star!” Davey singsonged, leaning toward Mac. He actually had a nice voice.
    â€œDon’t be rude,” Mac scolded him. Ms. Calmet was a freak, but even freaks deserved to be treated like people.
    â€œAnything for the lady,” Davey said gallantly, and at that he sat up straighter and was quiet.
    Emily tapped Mac on the shoulder. “What are you guys talking about?”
    â€œNothing,” Mac mouthed to Emily and glanced down at her paper. It was covered in doodles of flowers and hearts and Davey’s name. Emily’s pen glided around the page, drawing a big pink heart around the words “Davey + Emily.” Mac rolled her eyes. While there hadn’t been any drama since Tuna-Day (aka the Breathalyzer Bomb) Emily’s Daveymania compounded with Davey’s Attackamac was making her feel like a shaken Diet Coke.
    â€œWould you mind signing my Hollywood scrap-book?” Ms. Calmet interrupted Mac’s mental image of an exploding soda can. “I like to take pictures of all my students.” She reached into her desk and pulled out a disposable camera and a red notebook.
    â€œNo problem.” Davey smiled sweetly at Ms. Calmet, turning his paper toward Mac so she could see his latest note. Does she work for TMZ?
    Mac smiled, but this time she didn’t laugh aloud. She would not encourage Davey. Just then, a text arrived from Emily.
    WHATR U GUYS TALKING ABOUT?
    Mac bit her Benetinted lip. What could she say? Explaining the non-joke would just be silly. But saying “nothing” would seem suspicious, and the last thing Mac needed was Emily knowing that Davey liked her—not her best friend. Not to mention her biggest client.
    There was text silence for several seconds, so Mac assumed that they had moved on, until her phone buzzed again.
    R U IGNORING ME?
    Mac rolled her eyes. It was hard enough to manage Davey; she needed Emily to trust that she was on Team Ems. And if she was going to text, it might as well be for something fun , not a borderline-psychotic crush.
    NOTHING!!! Mac shot back.
    THEN WHYDIDN’T U SAYSO?
    That was the final straw. Emily’s crush was officially making her a nutcase. It was time to run Emterference, Mac decided. Her budding star needed a mental makeover, stat. And as her agent, not to mention her two-months-older and therefore wiser friend, it was her job to take charge of this situation. “Excuse me, may I go to the bathroom?” Mac asked.
    Ms. Calmet nodded, and returned to writing on the blackboard, this time with a working piece of chalk. Mac reached over and grabbed Emily’s elbow, dragging her through double doors that deposited them in the soundstage for Alien World Wars , starring Andy Samberg and Sean William Scott. Mac and Emily stood on a moon set, in front of a giant green screen. Aliens milled around, and Andy Samberg, dressed as an astronaut, waved at the girls.
    Mac moved over to the corner and held up her iPhone to Emily like a stop sign. “You have got to cool it, amigo !” she commanded. “I’m putting the kibosh on Daveytalk right now.”
    Emily shook her head in confusion. “Why?”
    â€œEarth to Emily!” Mac hollered. “Time to