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wanted to crawl under the table and cry, but she would never
give Cate that satisfaction. Don t you guys vote for the leader
every year?
Blythe, Priya, and Sophie all looked at each other, then at
Cate. Um . . . yeah, technically. Priya let out a nervous laugh.
Sophie rested her chin on her hand and started humming softly.
We should have a revote, Stella pressed on, glancing around
at the girls. She looked directly at Cate and smirked. She didn t
know how Cate had found out about the affair, but that com-
ment was just cruel. And cruelty deserved retaliation.
That s a good idea, Blythe agreed, tucking her hair behind her
ears. It is a new year . . . and we are in the upper school now.
Cate dug her nails into her palm. Blythe was agreeing to this?
She must ve been angry about the interrogation in the bathroom.
None of them were thinking straight did they really want some
random British girl bossing them around? They d be drinking tea
every Saturday for the next four years, their teeth slowly turning
a dull yellow.
Priya tilted her head from one side to the other. Yeah, let s do
it, she said. Sophie nodded slowly in agreement.
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Brilliant, Stella cried, clasping her hands together and grin-
ning. Then it s settled. We can vote at the Pierre on Saturday.
She shot Cate a sweet smile.
Cate clenched her fists. Stella was out for her throne. Now it
was really on.
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WINNING PRINCE CHARMING
ola leaned in close to Elton John s shiny face, studying the
Lgap between his teeth. He looks so real, she said softly.
I thought you went to the one in London. Kyle pushed
his bangs off his forehead. He walked past a wax figure of Tina
Turner and touched her hair. She looked like she d been attacked
by a crimping iron.
They d decided to go to Madame Tussauds tonight, while
Kyle s parents went to see a new off-off-Broadway play where a
man disassembled a television set while singing opera.
No, never, Lola said, staring at Kyle for a second too
long.
Since her lesson on Tuesday, Lola had been studying
nonstop tossing her hair in the mirror and walking down the
sidewalk so carefully an old lady with a walker had passed her.
She d even memorized the Wikipedia article on football (er,
soccer) word for word and knew all the field positions (goalie,
fullback, forward, midfielder). She was ready.
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Kyle sniffed the air like a dog trying to pick up a scent. I keep
smelling vanilla cake batter in here, he said. Weird.
That s just my perfume, Lola said softly, tossing her hair over
her shoulder flirtatiously, the way Andie had shown her. She had
on her favorite pair of Gap jeans, the only ones that actually came
down past her ankles, and one of Stella s casual tops a bright
green silk blouse. This morning had been better than Christmas.
She d discovered Stella s missing boxes under her bed dress tops
iii and beauty supplies just in time for her date. She was con-
sidering them payment for Stella hanging out with Cate all week.
Since when do you wear perfume? Kyle asked, furrowing
his eyebrows. Next to them, three older boys with Mahwah High
sweatshirts tried to look up Tina Turner s sequined skirt.
Since always, Lola said, turning away quickly. Her face felt
hot and red. She felt a little silly acting, but it seemed to be work-
ing. Kyle had already complimented her once on her shirt, telling
her she looked so . . . girly. He hadn t mentioned the ice cream
disaster, either. It was like he had selective amnesia, forgetting
only the things Lola wanted him to.
Look! she cried, spotting a few familiar friends. The Spice
Girls! Scary Spice was sticking out her tongue, showing off a
silver stud. Victoria Beckham was crouched down in Posh Spice
mode, her arms raised above her head. Lola smiled, seeing an
opportunity. I wish I got to see Becks play when he was on Man-
chester United.
Totally, Kyle agreed, resting his hands on the waist of his
mesh shorts. Wait . . . He paused. You never told me you liked
soccer. Or do you just like Beckham?
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Lola stared into Kyle s big brown eyes and then shoved his
shoulder playfully, just like she d rehearsed with Andie. I love
football, she lied. It s my favorite sport right after snowboard-
ing.
You snowboard? Kyle smiled at Lola, revealing his dimples.
A church group in blinding fluorescent yellow T-shirts strolled
through, pausing to take pictures with Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus.
Impressive.
Lola s whole body warmed up. Cheers. She smiled, walking
alongside him into the Hall of Presidents.
Lola stood next to Kyle, staring at a man with a nose so big
it needed its own zip code. The rehearsal dinner was Saturday
night, and her mum had told her she could bring anyone she
wanted. Stella and Cate were bringing those daft girls who were
always at the house, and Andie had said she d probably bring
Cindy. But Lola only had one person in mind. Her palms started
to sweat just thinking about it.
Do you know who any of these people are? Kyle asked,
glancing at a white-haired man with a saggy neck and a Will
Smith look-alike. They were standing behind debate podiums in
one corner of the room.
Lola laughed. I don t have a bloody clue. She could stare at
the big-nosed man all day long and she still wouldn t know.
Well, this is Richard Nixon we learned about him in his-
tory class. Kyle pulled his gum out of his mouth and pinched
it between his fingers, a mischievous grin curling over his lips.
Dare me to stick some gum up his nose?
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