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didn’t think I could use them for me . . . I was just trying to make up for last night. . . .” Lucy looked down. “I thought you might want them.”
    Olivia said coolly. “Once we harvest the magic from a broken heart, there is no more. Any additional tears are useless. Which is good, I suppose, because otherwise every time we break a heart we’d have to stand around for a week with a cup. Gil already got the magic from Ethan’s heart when she broke it, which was weeks ago.”
    Lucy nodded. “I’m sorry to bother you.” She stepped back, her face burning. What should she do? What could she do? She turned to go.
    “Wait,” Olivia said. Her voice was a whisper. “Your attempt to help was not particularly helpful. But the effort is endearing. Meet us after school. We like you again,” Olivia said. Lucy could feel Olivia’s smile coursing through her. “For now.”
    The rest of the day crept by in slow motion. Lucy went to her bio lab, to her English elective. During her free period she went back to the photo room, and Mr. Wexler showed her how to develop a roll of film. Then European History, Advanced Algebra. In each one she made up vague excuses to explain her absence the day before, and because she was the kind of girl she was, everyone believed her completely and without question.
    When the final bell rang, Lucy walked out front. Olivia, Liza, and Gil were across the parking lot, standing around that perfect, baby blue convertible. She started toward them.
    Beeeep.
    Lucy looked up.
    Tristan pulled right up to the curb, window down. He leaned far back in his seat, eyes shaded under a dark brown army hat, looking like he hadn’t gone to class at all, but had in fact been sitting there relaxing all day. One arm was hanging halfway out the window. In his hand was a long pink ribbon at the end of which was a big, shiny Mylar balloon.
    “Well, hello there, little lady,” he said. He tugged the string, and the balloon bounced.
    “What’s that?” Lucy pointed to the balloon. Written in giant, light blue letters, the same color as the sky, CONGRATULATIONS, GRADUATE. She raised her eyebrows. “Graduate?”
    “Well, they didn’t have ‘Good Riddance, Fucko’ in stock,” said Tristan. “So this seemed like the next-obvious choice. Now hop up in here, little lady. Uncle Tristy is going to take you and this here balloon on an extravaganza of exciting adventures. Yes, that’s right, I said extravaganza !” He swooped his arm. The balloon bounced some more.
    “That sounds so fun, Tristy. But . . .” Lucy looked up where Olivia, Liza, and Gil were still standing by that car. Gil had her hand raised up to her eyes and she was squinting toward them. When she spotted Lucy, she waved. “I . . . can’t come.”
    “Okay,” Tristan said easily, the way he said everything. “Whatcha doing?”
    Lucy wanted so badly to tell him the truth. Oh, how much, how very, very much she wanted to. The words were flinging themselves against her cheeks, trying to slip their way out between her clamped lips. Lucy swallowed hard, forced them down. “I’m supposed to do something with them.”
    She pointed to where the three girls stood.
    Tristan craned his neck to see.
    “You are?” He sounded confused. Which made sense. Lucy could not remember the last time she’d had an after-school plan with someone other than Tristan or Alex. It wasn’t that she was a complete social outcast; it’s just that she was sort of invisible. Every so often she’d make a plan with another girl from one of her classes. Usually the plan revolved around doing homework. Once a couple girls from her homeroom had asked her to go shopping but she got a stomachache and couldn’t go. Tristan was basically her only friend.
    “Yeah, the short-haired one and I had a class together last year. They asked me to hang out with them after school.” Lucy bit her lip. It wasn’t exactly a lie. But it wasn’t exactly not a lie either.
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