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for some clue as to what they were talking about, but she and Perry were busy cuddling and exchanging saliva.
    “Serves them right, for starting the war,” Kelsey said.
    I raised an eyebrow at Hunter. “What did I miss?”
    Perry heard me and broke away from Elena long enough to raise his fists in the air and shout, “Troy rules!”
    “And Lacede drools, I know,” I finished. “You could come up with something better than elementary school chants, you know.”
    “Oh, really?” Perry asked. “Hunter, show her.”
    Hunter reached into his pocket and produced some photographs. I took the photos, gasping as I looked through them.
    “You spray-painted Lacede?” I asked, my voice rising in pitch.
    The crowd sitting around the courtyard laughed as I stared down at the pictures of Lacede High, which featured the word LOSER painted in giant red letters over where it used it say LACEDE across the front of the school.
    “Now everyone will know that the Spartans are nothing but losers,” said Paul Baker, another football player.
    I glared at Paul. “Lacede may have toilet-papered and egged our school, but they didn’t spray-paint it. Do you realize how much it’ll cost to clean this off?”
    Paul pretended to wipe away a tear. “Oh, boo-hoo. Like I care.”
    “Lacede started this, Cassie,” Hunter told me. “If your friend Lucas had been a man and left our school alone, we would never have had to deface his. If you’re looking for someone to blame, look at your Spartan friends.”
    “Lucas is not my friend.” I shoved the pictures back into Hunter’s hand.
    “You could have fooled us,” Mallory said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You seemed to be pretty friendly with the Spartans at the game last Saturday. And we know you were at the Lacede game the night before.”
    “I’m friends with Lucas’s brother,” I said. “Is there a law against that?”
    “You might want to reconsider who you’re seen with these days, Cassie,” Hunter told me. “I don’t want someone getting the wrong idea and thinking you’re a traitor to your school.”
    I heaved a long sigh. “Can we please grow up and forget this rivalry?”
    Hunter shook his head, his expression serious. “Sorry, but things are already in motion. We can’t back down now.”

     
    “It’s over now,” Elena told me a week after Troy got revenge on Lacede. “Lacede attacked us, we attacked them, now we’re even.”
    I hoped she was right. I hadn’t heard a word from Greg. I had started to e-mail him several times, but I always deleted my half-finished e-mails without sending them. It wasn’t that I worried about the other Trojans gettingmad at me for talking to a Spartan, it was just that things were changing between us and I didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. Kissing Greg was the biggest mistake I’d ever made. Everything started to unravel after that happened.
    But then another part of me was glad I had kissed him. This same part of me wanted to run over to his house every afternoon and kiss him again and again. It was obviously the insanely masochistic side of me that hadn’t been hurt enough by Greg’s lack of enthusiasm for our first kiss.
    I was tempted to beat my head against the wall just to try to get rid of the thoughts of him.
    I sat down at my usual table during lunch that afternoon. Kelsey was out sick, so it was just Elena, Mallory, and me.
    “This spaghetti looks disgusting,” Mallory said, picking up the rubbery noodles with her fork.
    I looked down at my own spaghetti. It really didn’t look appetizing—watery sauce with a few shriveled meatballs—but I was starving. I’d slept late and hadn’t been able to eat breakfast before school.
    I shoved a huge forkful of spaghetti into my mouth.
    “Ugh,” Elena said as she watched me. She took dainty bites of her spaghetti.
    Mallory made a face, but she cut up her noodles and ate the spaghetti also.
    “Have you guys bought homecoming dresses yet?” Mallory