Invasion of the Boy Snatchers by Lisi Harrison Read Free Book Online Page B

-BEAN?”
    “Yeah, didn’t I throw iced cappuccino on her?” Massie put her index finger in her mouth and raised her eyebrows innocently as if to say, “Whoopsie.”
    The three girls laughed at the memory of Sage covered in coffee and fat-free whipped cream.
    “Yeah, but she still thinks it was Audrey Capeos.” Dylan coughed into her sleeve. Massie noticed that her hack sounded a lot worse than the night before and stepped away from her. She didn’t want to be sick and snotty for Derrington’s soccer game.
    “I love your crimped hair. It looks so rock star.” Sage was looking at Massie and twirling a pair of giant silver scissors around her index finger. “I read about it in your blog last night, and I’ve already asked my mother to get me a crimper next month for my birthday.”
    “That’s so cool, Sage.” Massie made a mental note to make crimpers out by the end of the month.
    “Speaking of your blog,” Kristen piped in, “I love what you wrote about exchange students being out. I mean, what was up with that girl? She seemed so slutty.”
    “If she’s smart, which I doubt, she’ll stay far away from me,” Massie said. “Because if I ever see her fat boobs near Derrington I’ll—”
    “Not like Derrington would mind.” Kristen’s words crashed down on Massie like a heap of shoe boxes from the back of her closet.
    “Hey, Kristen, maybe you should started dressing like her. Then no one would mistake you for a boy,” Massie suggested.
    Dylan giggled.
    “Kahnts a tol.”
    “You’re welcome.” Massie was unfazed by Kristen’s hurt expression. “Are you ever going to let us see this mysterious haircut?” She reached for the pink rain hat.
    “Never.” Kristen slapped Massie’s hand.
    “Ouch!”
    Kristen finally smiled.
    “Massie, I thought for sure you’d write about your new brooch obsession in your blog.” She was looking at Massie’s big red rose pin that was fastened to the lapel of her red velvet blazer.
    “No way.” Massie shook her head. “I want to wear them for at least a week before everyone starts copying me. I’ll make them in as soon as I get sick of them.”
    “Rewtehav,” Kristen said.
    “Wanna hear something else that’s in?” Massie asked. As soon as she said those words, she wished she could take them back. She knew it wasn’t the right time, but would it ever be?
    “What?” Dylan asked.
    Massie took a deep breath. “Bedroom sharing.”
    “Huh?” Kristen said.
    Massie told them that the Lyons family was staying in Westchester and that Claire would be sharing her bedroom until the extreme makeover on the guesthouse was done.
    “How long will that take?” Kristen asked.
    “Coupla weeks,” Massie mumbled.
    “Gawd, aren’t you two sick of each other yet?” Dylan snapped. “I mean, you just spent the holidays with her in Aspen and now—”
    “It may get a little cramped, but it’s better than having them move to Chicago, right?”
    Kristen and Dylan shrugged and said nothing.
    “Hey, speak of the devil.” Claire was heading toward the back of the line with her kooky friend Layne. “Over here!” She waved.
    Claire was wearing a puffy orange vest, a white sweat-shirt, and navy cotton pants.
    Massie heard Dylan whisper to Kristen, “She looks like a crossing guard,” but ignored her.
    When Claire kept walking, Massie flipped open her cell phone. The bells that hung off her antenna swung back and forth.
    “What is your obsession with Claire? Are you dumping us because I have short hair?”
    “No, she’s dumping us because I’m fat. And we don’t have boyfriends like they do.”
    Massie felt her stomach leap when Dylan said “boyfriends.” She couldn’t wait to see Derrington on Friday at the soccer game.
    “I’m not dumping anyone,” Massie snapped. “I just thought Claire could cut the line and wait with us.”
    “Don’t you mean the devil?” Dylan hissed.
    “What?”
    “You called her that, I didn’t.” Dylan smirked.
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