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pudding. “The West Alcove can be a really intimidating place for most people.”
    â€œYeah,” Ikea agreed. “She’d probably feel better about herself in the main room.”
    They all nodded. They knew they were breaking a rule, or at least bending one, but there was a humongous difference between underpopular and painfully boring.
    â€œHey.” Tribb stopped by the Good Table with Beaver and Kirby.
    Plum quickly put her busty portrait away and gave Parker the secret signal for: “There’s something in your tooth…no that tooth.”
    Tribb looked even cuter than he had last week. Fall Social was still two months away, but Parker could already picture it. Tribb would show up at her house and she wouldn’t quite be ready. He’d wait patiently at the bottom of the stairs like guys do in the movies. His heart would tumble when he finally saw her. He’d promise to bring her home by curfew but they’d still take a few extra minutes at the door. Dot dot dot… He’d look so unbelievably good in a tux, she thought. They’d look so good together.
    â€œHey,” Parker said, discreetly scratching her right front tooth with her pinky. Mental note: mani-pedi redo ASAP. Second mental note: think of more clever response to “Hey” than “Hey.”
    Tribb leaned on the back of Parker’s chair. She was only inches away from him. He smelled like Outdoor Fresh fabric softener sheets, which was like the ultimate thing a guy should smell like. (It was even on her EGB checklist she’d made last year, along with “dimple” and “taller than she was.”)
    â€œYou coming to watch practice today?” Tribb asked her. At least two members of the Lylas, and possibly Kenneth Accolola, kicked Parker under the table. She didn’t flinch but she could possibly have a bruise tomorrow.
    â€œDon’t you have a Wallingford Academy Today production meeting this afternoon, Park?” Courtney Wallace was standing right next to them with her lunch tray. She asked the question pleasantly, like she and Parker were second-besties or something. Courtney had always thought Tribb should be her EGB because they carpooled to St. Edmund’s skating classes together in, like, second grade. And as Courtney had expressed on numerous occasions (though Parker had never asked her opinion), she and Tribb were more suited to each other. But everyone knew that prior to sixth, nothing counted toward EGB. And the “suited” thing was a Courtney-only opinion. Kiki even explained that to Courtney in great detail in the form of an anonymous letter that appeared in the change pocket of Courtney’s Vuitton folio wallet one morning.
    The following Tuesday afternoon the vote came in on Courtney’s petition to be one of the Lylas. Courtney Wallace would never be a Lyla, it was agreed. And Tribb would never be her EGB.
    â€œHey, Tribb,” Courtney said as she twirled a pierce of her hair around her thumb.
    â€œHey.”
    â€œWhy, we do have a Wallingford Academy Today production meeting, Courtney,” Parker replied politely. “And that was so super-great of you to remind us. Thanks…” she said.
    Courtney’s new headband, Parker noticed, matched her new tote.And she was wearing a colorful macramé bracelet, which was so two-thousand-and-late. Courtney knew that macramé bracelets had been replaced by silver friendship rings (even though she hadn’t gotten one). What was she thinking?
    Parker’s mouth was following the rules but her head was not. Her head was saying a whole bunch of other stuff to Courtney Wallace that was against a lot of rules. And not just Lylas ones. “But I can’t imagine a production meeting is going to last so long that we can’t come to at least the last part of practice,” she said. “And the last part is really the best part. Right, Tribb?” Parker put her hand so