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that would satisfy them, but she cut meoff before I could say anything. “We know you had some sort of makeover, but why now? Why so obvious?”
    “What’s your angle?” Camden asked bluntly.
    I swallowed the bile that was quickly rising in my throat. This was all too much for my brain to handle. It was one thing to have The Elite notice me; it was another completely to be interrogated by them.
    “It was my birthday and I was tired of blending in,” I said honestly. If they didn’t like my answers, then at least I’d crash and burn on my own terms. “I guess it was just time for a change.” The words came out a lot more confident than I felt.
    “I see,” Gigi said, looking at me thoughtfully. “You know, a lot of people don’t like change. It throws the balance of things off. Makes people nervous.”
    I nodded. I was having a hard time catching my breath at the moment.
    “But sometimes change can be good,” Eliza added. “It can shake things up.”
    Kara ran up then and handed me an icy Diet Coke. I told her thank you and Gigi nodded at her to let her know she was dismissed. The girl walked back to her table and sat down, where she’d be ready if The Elite needed her again.
    “Are you trying to shake things up, Brooklyn?” Gigi asked.
    “Maybe,” I said, watching their reactions to my confession. Eliza grinned wickedly, but Gigi and Camden remained unresponsive. I was terrified of saying the wrong thing, but at the same time, I felt like I really had nothing to lose here. “You never know what new blood can do for a group.”
    “And what would you be able to do for, say, The Elite?” Rhodes asked nonchalantly, like he was asking what I thought of the weather instead of something that could potentially change the course of my high school experience.
    “Well . . .” I started, my mind suddenly going blank. I stalled as I waited for it to get up and running again, while surveying the scene in front of us. Most of the students who’d stopped to watch my ascension to the table earlier had gone back to their lunches and the conversations they’d been having with their friends. There were, however, a select few still eyeing us suspiciously, trying hard to figure out what the heck was going on.
    To be honest, I was wondering that myself.
    “Uh . . . Well, I have many, er, talents that I could bring to The Elite if given the chance,” I said, hoping they’d buy my vague answer in lieu of something more precise.
    No such luck.
    “Like?” Rhodes asked.
    “Like, I’m kind of . . . stealthy?” I said finally, seeing the argument building up in my head. “I’ve been at this school for a few years now, and I was able to get around without anyone noticing me until I wanted them to.”
    This was only partly a fib, since I had gone unnoticed for quite some time around this school. So what if the part about me wanting to go unnoticed was untrue? What did my favorite PR idols say? It was all about the spin.
    “That’s true,” Eliza chimed in. “I had no idea Brookie existed until she got her boob job. And then she was like, bam, all up in our faces.”
    “I didn’t get—”
    Gigi shook her head at me from across the table, as if telling me to let it go.
    “So you can blend in. How else can you be useful to us?” Camden continued.
    My head was spinning as I tried to make sense of what was happening. “I’m pretty smart—well, not Rhodes smart, but I’ve never gotten below a B in any of my classes.”
    This didn’t seem to impress them much, considering Gigi was an A student and Camden ran the student body. And Rhodes—well, he was in a league of his own. No way was I going to bring the intelligence factor to this group. I tried to think of something I could do that the others weren’t already contributing in their own ways.
    There was the obvious, of course, but how was I supposed to express that without outing myself in the process? Yet magic was my biggest asset. I had to give it a