Free The Pretty Committee Strikes Back by Lisi Harrison

have time to humor him. The Briarwood boys were a few feet away and her eyes were red and glassy. But what did she expect? She hadn't finished packing until midnight, and then she'd taken notes on William Cane's book
The Art of Kissing
so that her second MUCK session would go better than the first. If it weren't for sugar-free Red Bull, she never would have finished the whole thing. And she certainly never would have been awake at 5:30 a.m. when Jakkob had arrived to fix Claire's bangs. The early-morning house call had cost three hundred dollars but it was worth it. When he was done, Claire no longer looked like she had walked into an electrical fence. She had been transformed into one of those ah-dorably stylish French schoolgirls who have super-short bangs and cool notebooks.
    Now it was Massie who needed the makeover. She looked like she had just spent a month in OCD's overchlorinated pool with her eyes open. She needed to apply Nars's Parrot Cay eyeliner to the inside of her lower lids to offset the redness ASAP.
    “Do you think Cam will notice my new bangs?” Claire asked.
    Massie snapped the lid over the eyeliner pencil and dropped it in her makeup bag.
    “Kuh-laire.” Massie sighed. “He may have one blue eye and one green one, but that doesn't mean the guy is blind.”
    “He's gonna fall in love with you all over again,” Alicia gushed. “You seriously look cute now.”
    “It's true,” Dylan added. “Cute in a legitimate way, not just a
cute-for-you
way.”
    “Thanks.” Claire beamed.
    “BTW, you guys have to help me find the girl Josh likes,” Alicia whined.
    “It's probably you.” Dylan slowly shook her head, like they had been through this a million times before. “Every guy likes you.”
    “I know.” Alicia punched herself on the thigh. “That's why this is so ahn-noying. He never talks to me.”
    “Maybe he's shy,” Claire suggested.
    “Or maybe he likes someone else,” Alicia pouted.
    Claire turned toward the window and bit her thumbnail.
    Massie felt the familiar vibration of a text message. She flipped open her purple-crystal-covered phone and opened the car door.
    She acted like she was looking at the screen, but she was really focused on the white furry moccasins she had pulled over her dark True Religion jeans. She refused to read the message until her feet were planted safely on the ground. She was still shaky from the Red Bulls, and the last thing she needed was to wipe out in front of the boys.
    KRISTEN: Hve fun _ I'll miss u.
    MASSSIE: Sure we can't pay?
    KRISTEN: Yup thx. Enjoy the weather, nature, animals, and hiking.
    MASSIE: And BOYS.
    KRISTEN: That 2. xoxo
    MASSIE: Enjoy the mall. xoxo
    Massie dropped her phone into her metallic pink Coach tote. She knew the color violated the earth-tone-only mandate, but eventually everyone would have one and it was crucial that her public know who'd started the trend.
    The Pretty Committee stood in a tight huddle on the curb while Isaac unloaded five cases of vitamin water from the hatch and Dylan's four Louis Vuitton suitcases.
    Within seconds three cars caravanned into the spaces behind the Range Rover. The Blocks stepped out of a white Mercedes they had nicknamed Moby, the Riveras got out of a limo, and the Lyonses emerged from a caramel-colored Ford Taurus.
    The parents unloaded their daughters' bags and suitcases from the trunks and backseats of their cars while the girls tried their hardest to look casual, like going away with boys was something they did all the time.
    Members of the OCD security squad made their rounds in golf carts, picking up bags and delivering them to the luxury bus that was parked in the middle of the lot.
    A cart pulled up beside them, its driver so eager to help, he almost crashed into the red Mustang that was driven by Harris Fisher, Cam's hot older brother. The top was down and angry boy rock blasted from the speakers.
    “Watch where you're going!” Harris held his fist on the horn as he pulled into the