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“No,” I say, grinning at my girls. “What?”
“It’s nothing,” Cesca says with a wink. “Really.”
Nola rolls her eyes at the understatement. “She pantsed him in
front of the whole school at the homecoming assembly.”
I’m so not surprised. Cesca is not the sort of person whose bad
side you want to be on. She’s vindictive as—well, as Stella, I guess.
I never really noticed it before, but Cesca can be a real bi’atch to
people who cross her. Or who cross her friends. If I were on the
other side of her anger I might feel the same way about her as I do
about Stella.
And if I were on the other side of Stella’s anger, I might feel the
same for her that I do for Cesca.
Huh. Stella as my best friend. Not likely. But still, I feel like maybe
I understand where she’s coming from a little better.
“Suffice it to say I think he’ll have a hard time finding a date
anytime soon.” Cesca checks her nails likes it’s no big deal. “Power
Rangers boxers aren’t exactly en vogue right now.”
I laugh at the thought of Justin exposed to the entire student
body.
“How old is this school, anyway?” Cesca asks, staring up at the
massive templelike façade of the Academy. “This building looks
ancient.”
“It is,” I say. “It’s fifteen hundred years old.”
“Holy hot tamale,” Cesca gasps.
“They have excellent landscaping,” Nola says. “I can’t believe the
grass is so healthy in such an arid climate.”
“Yeah, well . . .” I glance back over my shoulder at Mom and
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