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dress, Eva. It’s Marc Jacobs, right?” Normally, I wouldn’t know the difference between Marc Jacobs and Old Navy. But Natalie saw Eva buying it at Nordstrom, and this dress matches Natalie’s description to a T. I’m always learning what’s in just by hanging with Natalie, via osmosis or something.
    Eva taps her French-manicured fingers on her cheek. “Oh my God. Amber, did you hear that? The band geek knows something about fashion. Who would’ve thought?”
    Amber laughs loudly, as cheerleaders do, and my blood boils. “It must’ve cost a fortune,” I say between clenched teeth. No more Miss Nice Siren.
    â€œMy mother’s a prominent plastic surgeon, you know. I can afford it.”
    â€œIt’s such a shame there’s berry wine cooler all over it. I’m sure it’s
ruined.”
    Eva’s supershiny lips part and she looksdown at her cream-colored dress. “There’s not—” At that very instant, I pour the entire wine cooler down her front.
    â€œYou
bitch!”
she screams, seething.
    Oh my God! Now what? I wish there were a TelePrompTer in here—something to give me my next line. I turn on my heels and dash for the front door, my flute jabbing into my stomach and thigh with every step.
    Zach runs after me out into the yard, leaving the screaming girls in the dust. “Roxy, hold up!”
    All right, Roxy. Time to show Zach Parker that a Siren is a force to be reckoned with.
I stop and turn around. “Is that why you keep in such good shape? So you can chase girls?” I ask, my hands on my hips. This feels so weird, flirting with Zach Parker. But I can do so much better than just flirt, can’t I?
    I reach between my boobs and slowly pull out my flute. His light blue eyes grow bigger and bigger. Ahhh. Much better. Note to self: Never stash flute in shirt again. Overall awkwardness score: eleven out of ten.
    By the time I start playing, Zach is grinning from ear to ear. I play a few more notes, for good measure, and give him the Marilyn Monroe look.

    A gust of wind whips past, and I can feel my long, smooth, beautiful hair floating up around my head. I curl my finger and he comes so close I can smell his Polo cologne and a slight hint of Fritos on his breath.
    â€œI’d like you to ask me out for tomorrow night,” I whisper in my best Siren voice.
    He nods. “Do you wanna go out tomorrow night?”
    Oh, joy. Eva, Amber, J.T., and Devin are standing on the front stoop, gawking. How long have they been there?
    Devin says, “Dude, did she just pull a flute out of her—”
    â€œZach?” Eva interrupts, storming over to us. “Did I hear you ask her out?”
    Zach nods, still looking at me.
    Amber says, “You and Zach aren’t together anymore, remember?” and I swear steam comes out of from Eva’s ears. Amber slaps her hand over her mouth and “Oh, God! Sorry, sorry, sorry!” leaks out between her fingers.
    Eva snatches my flute and waves it around, the moonlight reflecting off of it. “What’s this? You bring your …
instrument
to parties? Parties, I might point out, that you’re not even
invited
to?”

    My face is on fire. “Actually, I
was
invited. But it doesn’t matter, because I was just leaving.”
    Eva fixes me with her subzero stare. “Well, don’t forget this.” She shoves my flute in my face and I grab it from her. “Bye-bye Roxy. See ya this fall at football games. I’m sure you’ll be looking extra glamorous in your big fuzzy hat, marching around the field at halftime.”
    Amber laughs hysterically, and when she realizes she’s the only one laughing, shrugs. “Well. The party’s inside, so, uh, let’s go.” The Proud Crowd parades through the front door, all but Eva and Zach.
    Eva grabs Zach by the collar and pulls him down to her level, gazing at him through her eyelashes.