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asked casually. “So people are going with each other at Walnut Knolls?”
    Lauren and Paige and Brittany all screamed. I noticed Courtney didn’t scream. Courtney was just sitting there, playing with her necklace. Mary Kay was, as usual, trying not to cry.
    “No!” Lauren explained, laughing. “No one goes with anybody at Walnut Knolls. All the boys there are so immature!”
    Suddenly, I felt much, much better. I didn’t even mind the crazily blinking lights anymore. I dug my hand into the bag Brittany held for more popcorn.
    “Last weekend we went to Lauren’s cousin Jake’s bar mitzvah,” Brittany explained, “and there were some cute boys from the middle school there.”
    “One of them even asked Brittany to dance,” Paige said teasingly as Brittany blushed. Really! I’d never seen Brittany blush before…
    …although it only became obvious that’s what she was doing when the lights in the limo went white.
    “He was just a sixth-grader,” Brittany said.
    “And he didn’t know you were a fourth-grader,” Mary Kay pointed out, not very nicely.
    “Shut up,” Brittany said, also not very nicely.
    It was kind of weird being around these girls. They were a little mean to each other. Not like Erica and Caroline and Sophie, who were more supportive of one another. Even Rosemary, who wasn’t interested in things like boyfriends and dances, would have had friendlier things to say than these girls.
    “I can’t believe a boy asked you to go with him,” Brittany said, looking at me — me! — admiringly, “and you turned him down, Allie.”
    If Brittany had had the slightest idea who the boy was — that he usually barked instead of talked, and that I had to sit next to him all day long, and that he stole all of Mrs. Hunter’s Boxcar Children books and generally drove me crazy — she would not be saying this.
    But boy-crazy girls don’t understand that not all boys are great. That’s a rule.
    “Yeah, well,” I said, trying to look casual and sophisticated. I was in a limo, after all, eating caramel corn, so this wasn’t hard. “When you’re around boys as much as I am, you kind of get used to it. At my new school, my teacher put me in charge of the boys.” This wasn’t technically a lie, either. Rosemary and I are in charge of all the boys in the last row of Room 209. “Because of my little brothers, she thinks I kind of have a way with them.”
    “You are so lucky,” Paige breathed. “I wish I could change schools and get to sit with boys!”
    “Are they cute?” Lauren wanted to know.
    Cute? Joey Fields, who had only recently started remembering to wash his face and comb his hair in the morning before school? Patrick Day, who liked to pick his nose (and yes, possibly even eat it)? Stuart Maxwell, who tried daily to draw the most disgusting pictures of zombies that he could, and thus gross me out?
    “Totally cute,” I lied.
    “Lucky!” all the girls cried in unison.
    The thing was, they were never going to find out that the boys in Room 209 totally weren’t cute. So who even cared? And the things I was saying weren’t total lies. If you didn’t know them, Joey, Patrick, and Stuart might seem cute…
    …the same way that boy at Lauren’s cousin’s bar mitzvah had thought Brittany seemed older than a fourth-grader.
    And the other thing was, if you didn’t know Brittany, you might think she seemed nice, too.
    Except that I knew she totally wasn’t.
    Another person I got the feeling knew she totally wasn’t was Courtney Wilcox.
    Oh, Courtney had come to Brittany’s party and all.
    But it didn’t seem like she was super friendly with Brittany or with any of her other friends. She laughed in all the right places, and she joined us in raiding the limo’s fridge.
    But she didn’t seem to have that much to say. Mostly, she just sat there and played with her necklace and stared at the blinking lights.
    Brittany acted nice to me, though, all the way to the Glitterati store in the