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reminded her of grade school.
    Floating, she found her way to her next class without even thinking about how she got there. All she could think about was Luke. His cute smile; his hard, muscular chest; the way he bent his head slightly when he was talking to her. What a relief to finally talk up to a guy.
    The only problem was her dad, but she had decided there was no way she’d let that be an issue. She simply wouldn’t tell him about her dates. Nope. She was going to see Luke on the sly, and let her father think she was just spending lots of time with Lisa Marie and Heather.
    She had it all figured out—except for one thing.
    What if Luke asked her to the prom? She’d already made Heather and Lisa Marie swear they’d go as a group.
    No, if things worked out with Luke, she was going to have to come up with a new plan. Maybe she, Lisa Marie, and Heather could go to prom as a group . . . but then meet up with various guys when they got there. That could work. From the looks of things at Starbucks, Lisa Marie was going to have to fight guys off with a stick.
    Heather was another story, though. She didn’t really seem to be trying.
    Marianna and Lisa Marie would have to put their heads together and come up with someone for Heather; that’s all there was to it.

    Instant message:
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    MKazanjian: hey, Heather girl. guess who gave me a back rub while we were studying after school today?
    HProule: Who?!!!
    MKazanjian: Luke. He is so amazing.
    HProule: Unbelievable! Where were you?????
    MKazanjian: On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. Luke said it would inspire us to ace our civics test.
    HProule: Did it?
    MKazanjian: no, we didn’t even study. but it inspired me to lie to my dad three times in one phone conversation.
    HProule: LOL
    LMSantos: hey, Marianna.
    MKazanjian: hey, coffee queen! Why r’nt you at Starbucks? LMSantos: Graham took me off the schedule this weekend.
    He’s punishing me.
    HProule: what for?
    LMSantos: forgetting to call somebody’s drink.
    MKazanjian: bad girl.
    LMSantos: right. phone the coffee police. anyway, why aren’t you on your date with Luke?
    MKazanjian: we’re going out tomorrow, so my dad won’t have a cow about it. BTW, if he calls, I’m studying with both of you tomorrow.
    LMSantos: that’s cool
    MKazanjian: Listen, I was thinking about the prom. When we get there, I might want to hang with Luke part of the time, you know?
    LMSantos: totally. We shouldn’t be tied down to each other.
    MKazanjian: don’t worry, Heather, we’ll find someone for you.
    LMSantos: def. we won’t abandon you, girl.
    MKazanjian: someone better than Derrick what’sisface
    LMSantos: someone you’ll really like
    MKazanjian: so you’ll have an awesome time . . .
    LMSantos: what about Eric Lorber?
    MKazanjian: oooh. good idea.
    LMSantos: we’ll think of something
    MKazanjian: any ideas, Heather girl?
    LMSantos: Heather? you there?
    MKazanjian: Hello??????

Chapter 7
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    Katie Morgan had the most perfectly shaped head on the planet, and Heather couldn’t stop staring at it. Katie was four rows in front of her in French class. Her head rose like a jewel on the long stem of her neck, and sat there on display, like an exhibit in a museum. Even from the back, with her silky blond hair cascading over her shoulders, the shape of her head was simply spectacular.
    I bet she’ll look amazing in her prom dress, Heather thought, imagining something strapless.
    Heather had already bought her own dress for the prom, the green beaded flapper thing she’d tried on a few weeks ago when Lisa Marie was obsessing in BCBG. It wasn’t the typical look other St. Claire’s girls would be wearing, which was why Heather loved it. Who wanted to be one of the Stepford girls, sucking up to other people’s trends? Better to be original. Not so everyone else would follow you, but so they wouldn’t.
    If only she