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table,” Ivy said.
    “Not next to him,” Abby challenged.
    “Whoever she is,” Ivy said, “I wouldn’t want to be her.”
    My smile drooped. My best friend’s comment stung. My stomach felt hollow, and pouring a latte into it wasn’t going to make it feel better.
    “Why not?” I said defensively. “There’s nothing wrong with him. He was nice to you.”
    “Isn’t she sweet, still taking pity on the needy?” Ivy asked.
    “Why would you feel bad for his girlfriend?” I challenged her. “Everyone deserves love.”
    “You would think so,” Ivy said with a grin.
    “They do,” I proclaimed. “And it’s not right to keep judging people just because they live on the opposite side of town.” I would have told my friend right there and then that I was the one who was in love with Brandon Maddox and it was me who he was referring to as the girlfriend that she knew. But as I gazed into her blue eyes, I recalled the intense gray of Brandon’s werewolf eyes, and I knew that this wasn’t about me being self-righteous but about him being safe.
    “Relax,” Ivy said. “I didn’t mean to start an argument. I just feel bad because that girl obviously doesn’t think enough of him to sit by him at lunch. That’s all. I would think you’d agree with that.”
    I did agree. Brandon’s girlfriend should sit with him, but since I was the one dating him and we had so many obstacles in our way, we didn’t spend our lunch bell together. But again, I couldn’t tell them all that.
    “When you drove him home,” Abby began, “didn’t you ask him who she was?”
    “Uh . . . no.”
    “You need to be nosier!” Ivy scolded. “Abby and I will find out.”
    “Maybe it’s not our business,” I said. “If he wanted us and the whole school to know, he’d be sitting with her, too.”
    “We’ll get to the bottom of it,” Ivy said. “No one is going to have a secret in this school without us knowing about it!” My friends giggled wildly.
    “What happened at the party?” I asked, changing the subject. “What did I miss?”
    “Nothing major,” Abby said. “Jake lost his keys. Heidi Rosen spilled her drink on her skintight dress. Dylan broke my mom’s Las Vegas snow globe. The usual party stuff.”
    “Have you talked to Nash since you left?” Ivy asked.
    “No . . . not yet,” I answered.
    “He was really fuming,” Ivy said. “He tried to hide it, but I could tell. He even left, saying he was going out to get some more drinks, but I sensed it was really to follow you.”
    “I think I saw him,” I confessed.
    “Yes, that was smart of you to take Brandon home,” Ivy said. “It made Nash even crazier about you.”
    “But that’s not why I did it.”
    “Well, either way, it worked,” she told me.
    “I hope you don’t mind I didn’t drive him back,” Ivy said. “I wanted to stay at the party.”
    “No worries,” I said.
    “But I was hoping you’d come back,” Ivy said.
    “Yes, me too,” Abby agreed.
    “So nothing juicy happened?” I asked.
    “I think Heidi wants to get back together with Nash,” Abby said.
    “I thought we weren’t going to tell her,” Ivy snapped.
    “I know, but he doesn’t like Heidi, so what’s the difference?”
    “It’s okay,” I said. “Maybe they are meant for each other.”
    “No way!” Ivy snapped again. “She’s a tramp. And she’s not you.”
    “And if you’re not with Nash,” Abby began, “then who are you meant for?”
    I didn’t answer. But I saw the image of Brandon staring down at me outside his guesthouse.
    “If you don’t know,” Ivy asked, “then who does?”
    I shrugged my shoulders.
    “I know someone who will know,” Abby said.
    “Who?” Ivy and I asked in unison.
    “Dr. Meadows,” Abby said confidently. “She knows all.”

FOUR
    freaky fortunes
    T he last person I wanted to see was Dr. Meadows. I thought she’d been so eager to help Brandon find a cure for being a werewolf, only to discover that she’d been