list.”
“How do you
know
?” Massie smacked the camel-colored leather seat.
“Skye never kissed him.”
“How do you
know
?”
“I told you, I can't reveal my sources,” Alicia insisted.
Massie rolled her eyes, “You could have told me that before I ran into his poisonous house.”
“If I'd been with you, I would have.”
“Ehmagawd, look!” Dylan stuffed another Munchkin in her mouth. “Olivia is on the back of Kemp Hurley's bike.”
“They're pulling into his driveway!” Kristen announced.
With extreme urgency, Massie rolled down her window. “Hey, Olivia!”
The beautiful blonde turned and waved, flashing her perfect, never-needed-braces smile. “Hey!”
“How's the rash?” Massie called. “Did you get the ointment or are you still super itchy?”
Kemp stopped his bike.
“Massie!” Isaac sped up, obviously trying to avoid a runin with the neighbors.
The girls erupted in hysterics as Olivia tore off down the pine-studded street.
After a sharp turn onto Candlenut Road, Kristen shouted, “Ehmagawd! There's Kori. She's on crutches.”
Chris Plovert hopped beside her, using Strawberry's ample shoulder for support. His leg cast was wrapped in plastic because the dark clouds were threatening rain.
“There's no way the Slip-loc put her on crutches.” Dylan's expression hung somewhere between surprise and laugher.
“It didn't,” Massie insisted. “She's faking so she can go to Plovert's house. Don't you see? It's madness out there! Everyone's in the game but us.” She stuck her head out the window. “Hey, Plovert, Alicia thinks you're hot!”
Alicia smacked Massie's thigh. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me.”
Kristen cackled. Dylan laughed.
“Really?” Plovert called back.
“Swear. But she's really jealous.”
Before they knew it, Plovert had reclaimed his crutches and was waving goodbye to Kori.
The girls held out their palms, ready to give Massie a much-deserving high five. But she denied them. This was far from over.
“Isaac, we need to stop at the corner of Maple and Birch.”
He pulled into a wide circular driveway, turning the Range Rover around.
“You are nawt!” Dylan covered her mouth in shock.
“Am!” Massie unzipped her navy Prada makeup case, opened her Channel No. 5, and dabbed a little behind her ears.
“It's against the rules,” Kristen reminded her.
“Puh-lease, I doubt the rules apply to
us
.” Massie swiped some glitter-infused Caramel Cream Glossip Girl on her lips and blotted on the inside cover of her science textbook. “Skye probably made up the whole don't-talk-to-me thing to keep the LBRs away. Any good alpha would have done the same.”
“Point.”
They turned onto Birch, parking across from a quaint A-frame colonial. The winding street was packed with average-size homes complete with two-car garages and enough front lawn for a game of five-person tag. Nothing more.
Massie grinned.
Her neighborhood was better than Skye's.
“Ehmagawd, there she is.” Alicia sounded awestruck. “Wearing a ballet tutu over gray stovepipe jeans. I
heart
that.”
“I like her beat-up jean jacket,” Kristen noted. “There's a great juxtaposition thing going on there. The whole tough-meets-feminine thing.”
“Whatevs.” Dylan shoved yet another sprinkle-covered Munchkin in her mouth. “Our soccer uniforms were just as creative.”
They watched in silence as Skye stepped off Liam Barrett's black Vespa. She unclipped her silver helmet, then finger-fluffed her just-got-back-from-the-beach sand-colored ringlets.
Massie kicked open the door. “I'm going in.”
Alicia grabbed her wrist. “What are you going to say?”
“I'm gonna reason with her, alpha to alpha.” Massie slipped off her gray Vince shrug so that her ah-dorable red Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress wouldn't go unnoticed.
Kristen crossed her fingers. “Good luck.”
“Wait!” Dylan grabbed the sleeve of Massie's dress. “Take these.” She tossed her the wax-coated
“How do you
know
?” Massie smacked the camel-colored leather seat.
“Skye never kissed him.”
“How do you
know
?”
“I told you, I can't reveal my sources,” Alicia insisted.
Massie rolled her eyes, “You could have told me that before I ran into his poisonous house.”
“If I'd been with you, I would have.”
“Ehmagawd, look!” Dylan stuffed another Munchkin in her mouth. “Olivia is on the back of Kemp Hurley's bike.”
“They're pulling into his driveway!” Kristen announced.
With extreme urgency, Massie rolled down her window. “Hey, Olivia!”
The beautiful blonde turned and waved, flashing her perfect, never-needed-braces smile. “Hey!”
“How's the rash?” Massie called. “Did you get the ointment or are you still super itchy?”
Kemp stopped his bike.
“Massie!” Isaac sped up, obviously trying to avoid a runin with the neighbors.
The girls erupted in hysterics as Olivia tore off down the pine-studded street.
After a sharp turn onto Candlenut Road, Kristen shouted, “Ehmagawd! There's Kori. She's on crutches.”
Chris Plovert hopped beside her, using Strawberry's ample shoulder for support. His leg cast was wrapped in plastic because the dark clouds were threatening rain.
“There's no way the Slip-loc put her on crutches.” Dylan's expression hung somewhere between surprise and laugher.
“It didn't,” Massie insisted. “She's faking so she can go to Plovert's house. Don't you see? It's madness out there! Everyone's in the game but us.” She stuck her head out the window. “Hey, Plovert, Alicia thinks you're hot!”
Alicia smacked Massie's thigh. “What are you doing?”
“Trust me.”
Kristen cackled. Dylan laughed.
“Really?” Plovert called back.
“Swear. But she's really jealous.”
Before they knew it, Plovert had reclaimed his crutches and was waving goodbye to Kori.
The girls held out their palms, ready to give Massie a much-deserving high five. But she denied them. This was far from over.
“Isaac, we need to stop at the corner of Maple and Birch.”
He pulled into a wide circular driveway, turning the Range Rover around.
“You are nawt!” Dylan covered her mouth in shock.
“Am!” Massie unzipped her navy Prada makeup case, opened her Channel No. 5, and dabbed a little behind her ears.
“It's against the rules,” Kristen reminded her.
“Puh-lease, I doubt the rules apply to
us
.” Massie swiped some glitter-infused Caramel Cream Glossip Girl on her lips and blotted on the inside cover of her science textbook. “Skye probably made up the whole don't-talk-to-me thing to keep the LBRs away. Any good alpha would have done the same.”
“Point.”
They turned onto Birch, parking across from a quaint A-frame colonial. The winding street was packed with average-size homes complete with two-car garages and enough front lawn for a game of five-person tag. Nothing more.
Massie grinned.
Her neighborhood was better than Skye's.
“Ehmagawd, there she is.” Alicia sounded awestruck. “Wearing a ballet tutu over gray stovepipe jeans. I
heart
that.”
“I like her beat-up jean jacket,” Kristen noted. “There's a great juxtaposition thing going on there. The whole tough-meets-feminine thing.”
“Whatevs.” Dylan shoved yet another sprinkle-covered Munchkin in her mouth. “Our soccer uniforms were just as creative.”
They watched in silence as Skye stepped off Liam Barrett's black Vespa. She unclipped her silver helmet, then finger-fluffed her just-got-back-from-the-beach sand-colored ringlets.
Massie kicked open the door. “I'm going in.”
Alicia grabbed her wrist. “What are you going to say?”
“I'm gonna reason with her, alpha to alpha.” Massie slipped off her gray Vince shrug so that her ah-dorable red Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress wouldn't go unnoticed.
Kristen crossed her fingers. “Good luck.”
“Wait!” Dylan grabbed the sleeve of Massie's dress. “Take these.” She tossed her the wax-coated